Back OnOur BS (feat. Fredo Cortez)

I ain't one to start shit But I ain't bitch made neither We from the West Coast Travel north and you might see us On some other shit Come from where the trees is greener And when we walk up in the room I bet it smell like reefer You better check my visa Even designers see us We rockin old shit But we pullin up so steezy If yo bitch eye me Then she just might leave ya Its my secret power Boy don't you get too heated Give up on your homies That's just something can't relate to I see motherfuckers snitchin And the shit so painful What them bitches did to Nipsey That's the shit you can't do Grew up wit em And you seem em poppin make you hateful I'm rollin through Portland smoking nothing but gas If I see twelve, you better hit that gas Talking all that trash I leave you on ya ass Yeah I got that pole on me But this right hand leave you tweakin I'm rockin Nike with the Bape you know I'm drippin Pop a seal, you know I'm leanin Glock 23 Keep it on my waist Blacked out Corvette doin hunnid on the interstate Yeah, I'm smoking while drivin bitch mind yo business I'm just trynna get this money for my fucking children Damn, I fell in love with my fucking city Riding wit me You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Ay, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shit, ay You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the Yeah, yeah you can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, Portland West Coast type shit You know really wit Riding wit it When them bitches trynna get it 5-0 actin way to tough And start to fire at civilians Fearing for my children Lives we livin gettin way to vivid But I got my brothers at all times Ain't trippin Me and fredo been the flyest wit it Rockin fitteds Keep that same energy When you go and get acquitted Cause we never quittin Stay persistent One day we gone make a livin Make our parents quit they jobs And tell them they got racks to spend I confess I been known to wild while intoxicant Fighting for my point of view And speaking till I'm out of breath DSP Ben iller Kaze no okami Manifest I got y'all back till the day I see my death, ay You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Ay, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shit, ay You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits You can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the Yeah, yeah you can tell these motherfuckas that we really wit the shits Yeah, Portland West Coast type shit