WCB

[Verse 1] Niggas ain’t cutting no slack in ‘93 Bitch get it together I’m killing I'm maxing relaxing up in this seat Man I’m digging this leather I’m getting this cheddar I’m focussed I’m keeping this money the closest You niggas are sweeter than potion Y’all digging them bitches the mostest Hitting switches as I’m dipping then I glide Catch me out in Cali yell "Exhibit, pimp my ride" Man the way I’m living is exquisitely so fly Let them little homies know the limit is the sky West coast banging, deep stroke player stuff Man the way I hit this she ain't even wanna bring it up Lokin,’ lokin’ What’s in that shit that you smoking? The last thing you seen that was cooler than me I will bet you a G you was frozen nigga Lokin,’ lokin’ What’s in that shit that you smoking? Last thing you seen that was cooler than me I will bet you a G you was frozen nigga LMG or slit your throat You don’t even stroke it good What you think she bitching for? [Hook x2] Man crack the roof and say what’s up to the moon Living every day just like there’s nothing to lose Man hit them switches with a comfortable cruise West coat banging I’ma take them to school [Verse 2] Sup ho? Shorty riding shotty hit them switches right Maintaining candy painting swanging with them bitches like Going through the contacts in my [?] I’m gon’ hit tonight Usually there’s plenty henny anyway I’m sipping white They hands on that pavement hitting corners and they gripping tight Shorties on the street fussing and cussing but they didn’t fight Every day in my hood a blood or a cript in sight Gangbanging pitching dice, maintaining this is life Hey homie, where you from? You don’t ever bang Can’t just be whatever gang What you rep, what’s that you claim? Bet you lame, punk ass buster, mu’fucker Damn you softer than Usher We lokin’ all you suckers Got that Sox hat on my chuckers I’m waved up and paid yup You want a slice of my cake but I’m only giving y’all pay cuts Man say what? Blaze up She acting loose I’m baited yup I’m yaking juice I made her suck Bruh that’s the truth lay back and [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yea, we keep it pushing like a stroller Everybody know me and don’t nobody know you My heart is getting colder, my money getting older Dreads on my head, hanging down past my shoulder Original high roller, rolling through your resident With my first lady, I be looking like the president Customize clothing, threw the K up on that letterman Think about the greats before you talk about who I’m better than I do my own thing, I go my own route We can car talk cause all of my wheels done spoke out No we can card talk cause all of my wheels are spoked out I mean they spoke out, nigga I be loked out West coast cali bud, she giving me cali love Grab a noob, add it up, dude she got a fatty duh LMG or bungy jump Rap until the sun come up Man I be on the up and up [Hook x2]