Westside-Digital lyrics

You scandalous ass n*gga, ayy
Alright this it

[Verse 1: G Perico]
Ain't nothin' but the dope sh*t goin' on b*tch
You won't get far just hangin' on my di*k
Let me run your credit
I need a Harley for this hot weather
My curl blowin' in the wind when I push the pedal
Gang slide in with all gang violence
My homie down in MCJ he violated, sh*t
Put some money on his books, hit the hood
To get like me, these old n*ggas wish they could
n*gga stop it, I'm out makin' profits
n*ggas better watch they tone when the Glock spits
I'm bout to be a free man
No parole, cleared child support
Get my L's then I'm gone
Hit another city, all blue, lookin' Crippy
Hundred million dollar mission
I took 20 thousand, threw it around a couple times
And I ya ya ya ya ya ya

[Verse 2: Sonny Digital]
Bet I could make the money blow
Chyea, I just made a hundred blow
Chyea, 50 on a n*gga wrist
Ayy, know I took some major risks
Chyea, yeah, ain't got no time for a b*tch
Chyea, won't spend a dime on a b*tch
Fall back, recline on a b*tch
Chyea, like a barber, get in line b*tch
[Verse 3: G Perico]
Won't spend a dime, plus I'm thin on time
In order to make it happen gotta kick it from mine
My daughter need shoes and a private school
Once I hit it rich I'm passin' everything down to her
That's a gangster for real na mean?
Top of my game if i get killed na mean?
In my hood ain't no tellin'
n*ggas say that they love you
Truth be told them n*ggas be jealous
So I'm like, "f*ck ya'll, all ya'll"
When I was in jail a n*gga didn't call ya'll
If it ain't Senile, or Lil Win, or the rest of my n*ggas
Then you know what it is
I'ma holler out
"Bye b*tch, bye b*tch, don't care if you cry b*tch, or die b*tch"
I'ma take all my problems and put 'em all in a blunt
Roll that sh*t tight and light that b*tch up

[Verse 4: Sonny Digital]
Westside Will smokin' stunner blunts
Only n*ggas really gettin' it, b*tch you know it's us
Hundred racks on me b*tch you know what's up
Ayy I been layin' low but the money up
I could make the money blow
Chyea, I just made a hundred blow
Chyea, 50 on a n*gga wrist
Ayy, know I took some major risks
Chyea, yeah, ain't got no time for a b*tch
Chyea, won't spend a dime on a b*tch
Fall back, recline on a b*tch
Chyea, like a barber, get in line b*tch
Chyea