We Da Westside Terrorist lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
We the Westside terrorists, let me tell you why these rap n*ggas be scared of us
Come on
We the Westside terrorists, let me tell you why these rap n*ggas—
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[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
We the Westside terrorists, let me tell you why these rap n*ggas be scared of us
'Cause we'll f*ck your b*tch, beat your ass and shoot your brother up
I'm with the robbers, boy, don't makе us f*ck the party up
He got a chain and he with us, thеn it ain't never tucked
These hoes love f*ckin' with me, I got my money up
Man, name a n*gga beefin' with us who ain't got shot up
Baby, I'm like beyond tint, really ridin' by myself
I just got a b*tch some titties, your ho f*cked another him
I got a Glock, ten milli', it'll spank you, f*ck a belt
I ain't lyin', I done seen so many bad hoes off coke

[Verse 2: BandGang Masoe]
But I ain't trippin' on no b*tch, do whatever float your boat
n*ggas scared to do time for the stick, but tryna tote
You a fan, let me know, 'cause I'll up this b*tch and blow
Squeeze headshot, left a n*gga brains on the floor
If it's a tag on your head, you get a tag on your toe
Just bought a bag for my b*tch and another one for my ho
If it's up, then it's stuck, I'ma be thuggin' when I'm old
The opps down so bad, they hopin' we let it go
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
n*ggas talkin' like they 'bout it, boy, you know that sh*t some cap
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm a rapper, I'll get your mama whacked
My name Biggs, let a n*gga try me, put one in his hat
Like a surgeon with this 30, left his brains on the mat
I've been ballin' on these n*ggas for so long, my legs tired
Would've cut your b*tch off, but I can't, her head fire
I don't play around with n*ggas, I ain't jokin' with no n*gga
We bought Hellcats just so we could open up them b*tches, n*gga