Went West (REMIX)

[Intro]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
YEAH!
[?]

[Verse 1]
YEAH!
I got these crashout friends who gon' walk in this hoe- its gonna look like its world war 3
I take his face implode it put it in the ocean you look like that one submarine
Seven to thirteen I been through it all I been grinding I know they look up to me
Came from a place where we didn't have peepholes open the door and your niggas deceased

[Verse 2]
Gimme the uzi, I'm 'bout to shoot up this bitch if they wanna talk up on the beat
I gotta do it, she gotta problem with her so I know she got problems with me
Yall niggas stupid, thinking I'm leaving but [?] Glock and my keys
Yall niggas stupid, honestly you think 'bout to make mili's when I do it [?]

[Verse 3]
AAAAAAAA
That's 'bout that time bruh like ay
Ay when you say you like go Kanye, you need to be like "Kanye West!"
Aaaaaaa hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, let me cook
Lemme cook lemme cook lemme cook, hol' on, hol' on

I can't talk these underground rappers cuz turns out they all freaking fucking with kids
I don't even wanna be famous no more I just want a hunnid milli in my pocket thats it
I turn nobody out to a somebody opp if he talk on the net he a bitch
I do this beat like that one video 2 girls 1 cups, watch me fuck this shit GET IT?

[Verse 4]
Always stress when I like this girl when she stomp, stomp on niggas
Feel like LeBron, dial me back in the 3 I'mma turn around dunk on niggas
Know I'm the shit, he know his girl be cheating he callin while my thumb up in her
Know you a bitch, that's why I can't slap your ass cuz I ain't no woman beater

Stay in the mix like a Koolaid jammer
Act like a bitch you gonna stay in the pamper
I leave a O in his chest like Nebraska
Black n' white strips on his head like a panther
Honestly, my niggas not from Atlanta
I take off his glasses and gettem for ransom
I'm 'boutta call all my shooters
[?] makin em dancing

[Verse 5]
Fat nigga turn to a dancer
Skinny bitch turn to a prancer
Big bitch came from New Hampshire
Shawty telling me 'bout family
Broke niggas oooh I can't stand them
All my niggas makin' milli's
She gon' talk about me bitch
I'm sit out act [?]
I hit that bitch 'til her back ache
I [?] my headache
All my bitches call me "asshole"
Love my music and they can't hate
Ride my dick util the bike break
She got problems with me too
She tryna fuck with a neck brace
I ain't really bring the lube

[Verse 6]
Back in 2016, I wanted Bhad Bhabie and Belle Delphine
Nowerdays I can move just like it's Madden I go in the mansion they come with the team
I got the whole fucking league, they wanna fuck it's a dream, after that I clap her cheeks and go in the bed
Then I go and catch up some Z's honestly I want some Cinna

[Outro]
AAYYYYYY!
Ay this album 'bout to twist the game, is it ay?
Stop playing wit me bruh, real Aqua shit let's get it
Ay, yuh!