WCS. lyrics

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Man, this sh*t sound like so West Coast sh*t (n*gga, what?)
Just some dope sh*t
Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?]
We just leave a bih
Second sh*t [?] a lick
Better watch your lips
If you snitch then we commin' quick
Man, this sh*t sounds like so West Coast sh*t (West side)
Even he ain't know silence's always out
Booty's out, [?] woman good
Always rollin' [?]
Never now
We don't give a f*ck
Get your money, bro
If you don't, get the f*ck from us

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
This sh*t sound like some [unspoken?] sh*t
Turn a broke b*tch to a killer [Kali?]
[Hadn't all the f*ckin' dope chick?]
And the pus*y like me, lucky-lucky
I'm over on under my line linked to the [?]
Double up
The sh*t sound like some double cup
Spoke, spoke and now dirt rose [?]
Yellow wines, dirty Sprite
[Yeck?] sippin' slower, power
On the raise the name Ray
Make dope under the moon and the sun
f*ck with my pay and I'm cut
On the track and in the streets
I call [le flic?]
From Texas to the Beech
n*gga, preach
[I bridged the hitter water?]
Forty yams dippin'
Most sippin' piranhas
Swear the sucker
Who be front like I'm a [sunna?]
[?] hella Dominicanas
Rollin' in my marijuana
[?]
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Man, this sh*t sound like so West Coast sh*t (n*gga, what?)
Just some dope sh*t
Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?]
We just leave a bih
Second sh*t [?] a lick
Better watch your lips
If you snitch then we commin' quick
Man, this sh*t sounds like so West Coast sh*t (West side)
Even he ain't know silence's always out
Booty's out, [?] woman good
Always rollin' [?]
Never now
We don't give a f*ck
Get your money, bro
If you don't, get the f*ck from us

[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
It's funny how the name changed on 'em
Ghost in the Shell came out, this sh*t was golden
My old rapper friends ain't no around yo folder
I do the dumb sh*t like Facebook post it
We takin' [dub?] after [dub?], that's for real
I might as well eat with this the meal
My babygirl keep rollin' up the kill
I got the [?] on the ices, I can't spill
Now you feelin' what I'm sayin', homie
I don't know what you thought that we was playin', homie
He got to gift [?], got the weapon on 'em
Depend on what you sayin'
I'll keep a step on 'em
We in Atlanta: sexy hoes, [?] clothes
People that you know
We blowin' [O's?]
What the snow, get yo dough
He the right
Get some more, n*gga, get some hoes
He a fool
I'm a pro, this how I row
The engine new [?], the car old
[?]
You know is escargot
No, I prefer it in the now
Two years and turn this motherf*ckin' eye
I'm here to keep the demon's eye
And I show you what we [?] 'bout
But I'm 'bout to break you down
Move fast, we don't never make a sound
[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Man, this sh*t sound like so West Coast sh*t (n*gga, what?)
Just some dope sh*t
Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?]
We just leave a bih
Second sh*t [?] a lick
Better watch your lips
If you snitch then we commin' quick
Man, this sh*t sounds like so West Coast sh*t (West side)
Even he ain't know silence's always out
Booty's out, [?] woman good
Always rollin' [?]
Never now
We don't give a f*ck
Get your money, bro
If you don't, get the f*ck from us