WestCoast Video (MV)

Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes
Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes
Ew hoe, why the f*ck you tryna touch me
Don't hit me up girl you know i got my baby
50 for a picture keep your hands up off my white tee
Fresh though, smoking pacc keep my healthy
Boofy ass boi I ain't trippin like that
You ain't money in my eyes and your pockets ain't fat
If it's not money in your mouth then why you say you got cash
Picasso that booty yeah my baby got the ass
(Hello, nah bitch stop calling my phone)
(I told yo crusty ass stop calling my phone hoe)
Exotic my gas big pacc straight bobby
Fetti walked in all the bitches call me papi
King on my team on the court bitch i'm ballin
Girls see Milly god damn they keep falling
Hoes ain't shit (No the hoes ain't shit)
Got a bad lil bitch (She a baddie with them hips)
She think she the shit (Now she thinking she the shit)
Imma take her to the crib (Go to sleep lil bitch)
Holding fours while we pouring up an ounce
Fetti slide thru that's what makes the booty bounce
She ain't love me she just really wants the clout
Close the lips bitch and make the booty bounce
I'm just playin, yeah i think she really likes me
I ain't even rocking no chain but i'm icy
Then i put a ring up on yo finger call you wifey
Just do it lil bitch, this ain't nike
Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes
Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes
Hey bitch, you know fetti so cold
Hit it one time it got her begging for some more
That's westcoast, f*ck a flex we boast
Money got me saying bye to my thooters and my hoes like adios
She know i'm papi wit the most
And we smoke the best dro posted on the westcoast, westcoast
(aye aye west-coast west-coast, west-coast west-coast)
Holdin fours while we rollin up an ounce
I can't listen to you hate with my dick up in your mouth
Brothers saying that they in, few months later now they out
But imma still chase a bag give a f*ck about some clout, west-coast bitch
I got mans putting plays up in motion
Aye purp, where the drank where the hoes been.
Man these bitches at the crib OG floating
And you know i gotta stay with the potion
I'll bring the weed, you make the plans
But we can't f*ck babe don't take off your pants
We posted west-coast, hoes doing the most
We blowing gas pacc, think i might comatose
Exotic in my cup, cognac and a roxy
My vocal cords got your girlfriend tryna top me
I'm a wavy young fella with an appetite for broccoli
Mash and gravy with your baby fall asleep and she on top of me
(Thats on west-coast baby we on west-coast, Fettiboyz smokin gas with ya main hoe)
(That's on west-coast bitch we on west-coast)
Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west-coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes
Hey bitch, you were singing at my shows
Got bands for a bitch nah pussy i don't
You ain't west-coast, four fettis I know
Say bye, to my thooters and my hoes