West Coast Freestyle (feat. J550)

Ayy, winning team, f*ck rappin and do it for the green Man, I done changed up off the Xans, used to be a fiend She really tried to set me up, left her ass on scene It's either rappin' or the trap, ain't no in-between Man, it's the West Coast, yeah, bitch, the best coast I been down, I feel like Pac back in Death Row The money comin' every day, I can't let it go I got yo bitch up in my DM, she gon' let it blow Man, f*ck it' pop a bean, lil' shawty suck the team Lil' Brody hatin', gotta work on his self esteem Lil Bro need motivation with a gun, can't have a dream These n***** tryna prove a point and I'm just chasing green She wanna go extreme, she wanna be my queen She got a boyfriend serving for the country, a Marine Her pussy tangerine, I'm sinking submarine Her mouth is stankin, man, I had to get her listerine But on the real note, Jae on the beat, I'm floating hoe I know they listening, they vibin' to the Greedy flow I got some pressure for the scale, I got it for the low And ain't no frontin' in my city, just to let you know Ain't no frontin' in my city, my palms is blowin' pink Cause niggas just been runnin' through them 50's This shit get tricky, a lot of niggas sayin' they wanna get me But I wish a nigga would, I promise do his ass Just like Ricky, you niggas sad Ain't never got no money, shit bad The bank keep lockin' a nigga card Cause I keep swipin' the tags, you niggas trash Watch me spend a 50 on glass And Greedy lob it off the backboard So I dunked on his ass