Out West lyrics

by

Rell Vert



[Intro]
Gang
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Free Tayski, man, free the guys, free Hottie, man, free Lil D
Ayy
You know how I do anything
n*ggas spin, n*gga, we ain't gon' lose, so you know what the f*ck we gon' do, we gon' win, n*gga
It's just like that, BloodHound or nothing, man, if we keeping it a hundred
We gon' alright, we gon'—, alright

[Verse]
I was spinning they block for a reason, and I ain't tryna fight, I'ma grab my belt (Grr)
And I ain't tryna act to c*cky, I called foenem when I needed help
How you into with me and yo' gang dead? Lil' n*gga keep calling for help (n*gga)
I was sitting back, chilling, I lost my mind when I found out who got knelt (Ahh)
How you looking for me, and I'm looking for you? I'ma catch a n*gga by theyself
Shorty and them squeezed his ass, tell them hang 'em up, put they ass right up on the shelf
Grab that hammer, they getting knelt, I'm in the stu' cooking like a chef
If they grab me for anything, I'ma tell they ass I was somewhere else
And I'm going too crazy, I know these boys all hate me (They hate me)
I'm so icy, they can't take me
How the f*ck I end up out west?
I'm tryna slide and catch some hats
My lil' brother went on his first, just caught a shh, that's lay the belt
And you know I promote the violence
They just called my phone and said that I be wilding, and I be out
That money call and I'm gon' answer, poppin' Percs like I got cancer
When them bodies drop, I don't give a f*ck, you know I'm filled with laughter (Damn)
They said I was looting that sh*t on Ada, when I get rich, I'ma buy more diamonds
I post a flick, the hoes keep sliding, [?]
Bad hoes f*ck and say I'm handsome, he money hold him for ransom
I ain't even tryna talk, I don't even wanna kick it (Uh-uh)
I got thirty shots with Glock, I shoot this b*tch until it's empty (Grrt)
Big-ass AR like a missile, this b*tch like Liu Kang, it be kicking
n*ggas foo-gang, I can't kick it
We take yo chain, n*gga, give it
In the 'Raq, b*tch, we be spinning, ridin' strikers, windows tinted
Don't f*ck with the savages, them n*ggas be tripping, and half of the time most of them n*ggas b*tches
Half of the time, them n*ggas won't ride
It was time to get in the car, it was time them n*ggas was so scared, they couldn't even post up on they block (Come on, tell me I'm lying, man)
It was time that we had three fifties a piece and sent some shots
It was time that we saw opps, I gave a pass, that sh*t gotta stop (Damn)
Foenem told me keep running up the guap, foenem told me that sh*t won't stop
I want money after money, that mean that's knots after knots (Okay)
I love commas after commas, and I love f*cking all these thots (Thots)
I love getting all this money, these n*ggas hating, tell them stop (Money)
Wait your turn and wait your spot, these n*ggas burnt, these n*ggas crop
Jumped out, why it's f*ck my opps, and can't no n*gga take my spot (Uh-uh)
[Outro]
On gang (Die Y)
And can't no n*gga take my spot, n*gga, we done took everything, everything raw we did (f*ck these n*ggas)
n*gga we done took chains, n*gga
We done took hoes, n*gga, we took cars, n*gga (If you ain't with us, you against us, n*gga)
(We gon' do whatever to yo' b*tch-ass)
We done sent this and sent that, n*gga
But we ain't did nun to nobody, free the guys, Free Hottie
Ain't nun bigger than us, the Bloods only, n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, say we 100, on the gang
(f*ck all the rats, n*gga, Die Y)
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