Buicks & Hondas

Westside
Mm-hmm
Oh-oh-oh-oh, mm-hmm
Westside, Westside
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Started from the schools to the streets
Oh-oh
Mm-hmm
We locked in
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You know we locked in
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Started from the school to the streets
You know we locked in
I'm steady screaming free they guys that's locked in
I know a lot of niggas hate me cause I pop shit
And I ain't scared around my brothers cause they drop shit
What you saying lil nigga
One false move, rock spraying lil niggas
Glock gon shoot, no jam lil nigga
Opp go Poof, he saying lil nigga, he saying lil nigga
We turn niggas into ashes
They like damn, where he go, we do magic
Bet you ain't hear about my city, shit tragic
Bet you ain't hear about my city, shit tragic
Bitch, you strapped up, stuffing clips more than our age
Thirties and them forties, we tryna put you on that page
Bitch, eat dick while you talking, I'm laid
I don't wanna work unless I get paid
Hop out the car we ain't playing
When we slide, we leave them stinking
All that dick riding left him famous
Lost my homie, I've been thinking
So how the fuck you say you fuck with me if you ain't spraying
Uh, yeah, if you ain't spraying
Play the blocks, See Sum suspicious
Told bro, get on that car
Got in my bed, hop off the porch
And I start taking shit far
Riding on the E-Way, swerving lanes
Feel like a NASCAR
Opps be dissing, catch one of them niggas
They some Trackstars
Them Niggas losing homes, they must, ain't get enough
We on top of all the disses, we don't give no fucks
Stood over top put three inside him, tell him hush
Dick riding my man, that's not y'all reck, y'all niggas bluff
Man, I'm so fucking tired, they ain't Spin in about a year
Tap the button click it till you can't This for Lil Mir'
In the wheel, riding with the bros, switching gears
I tell my niggas, do you in
They take the risk cause they ain't scared
Riding in them Buick's and Honda's
Police try and find us
We got hella gats' and hella weed
They ain't gonna stop us
You know that's our ass, we do the dash right by the Papas
Once we up the park, it ain't no way that they can find us
Cause we know all the cuts
Park up in the alley, then you know we gotta run
How you wanna beef with us when you ain't got no friends
I ain't come outside if I ain't got no fucking gun
If I ain't got no fucking gun
Westside
I ain't got no fucking gun
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
It's Lil' Nephew, in this bitch, uh
It's Lil' Nephew, in this
Uh, uh, Why they playing dawg?
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Why They playing dawg?
Why you tryna spin with us if when we spin, you not tryna clap shit
Broski you hit a dime, he like them bougie bitches ratchet
Catch him loafing, he ain't have his gun, his ass a catfish
Hit him with that fff, shit sound like he speaking Spanish
Niggas know what we tryna do
So if you run, you outta luck, nigga, you shoulda tied your shoe
He tripped', boy, your gone', you think you gettin' away from who?
How they snatch, they rapper' sneaks, y'all niggas shiester than Poo
Broski, told me chill, cause when I rap, I get to snapping
Do no Lackin', bro, just caught a opp, he hopped out and start clappin
Get to blackin', uh, hit his face, empty out the latter
All opps tryna conversate, but we don't do the chitty-chatter
Uh, uh, uh
It's Lil' Nephew
Uh, Its Lil Nephew In this bitch uhh