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[Intro: Meek & Lil Juice]
to the westside shit
You already know how we
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the bands
Fear nothing, rare rum and on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' smoke boy, out that (Woah)
Rocking on my off-night
Niggas a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that up, that don't spark right
Money at the clip, boy this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know real Crips
Going platinum with them choppas, making hits
I done lost so homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Smith
Her ass fake but she a real
Suck me super good and she ain't to deal with
And she post me either, she be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her real

[Chorus: Meek
Cut that bitch off (Cut bitch)
If she a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a off (Let it drip)
Nigga, been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Rick
G5, I got a set of twin
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith, on the roach
I got sliders that will hit you for a
up on you, strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a
You was innocent but you was running a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the seats
Two Cuban links, I'm big as Meech
I'm moving kilos they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,