Wild West Lyrics

Yeah, Ce O Ene
Yeah, we got high caliber weapons in the f*cken
building
Know I'm saying
Loco Negro

All I ever wanted to do was bang my music
Ride around town in my fancy car
Switch up the swag, get me ah new bitch
I'm playing this foo's like ah life guitar
On the West, there's ah new religion
If you got your money right you could buy
forgiveness
So I shook the snakes and kept my distance
Cus ah real muthuf*cka be about his business
Fresh wide G ah color of yai
Hooked up with G Rabbs and we call it ah day
Tore down the booth made some noise
Pulled out the Coop and brought my boys
So who's better, better than the new era
Burn hit could make your po man reach for ever
3 syllables, 2 letters, and I'm easy muthuf*ck who
ever

In the wild west on that mobster shit
I jump out with the Tommy and spray your click
The flow sick, become ah terminal patient
The beat start knocking send you on ah vacation
That's permanent, I'm ah arsonist
Coco booths set on fire from the temperament
And that's evident from the body count
We extortion muthuf*ckers for the full amount

California's cold, killing so cold
Crystal diamonds keep cutting your soul
Murders so cold drug profits for all
Can you see it now, festered down bomb
Out of control, my shadow on call
Tugged in my waist ah f*cken pistol
This Westsider, so hard to tame
The big bad hache might claim some fame Aw man, expandiendo mi mercado
Venenoso peligroso, cuero y su lado
Otravez, asiendo noticias
De los mas odiados aparesco en la lista
Agate pisa, aregle tus vacaciones
Pagadas con flores rumbo al panteon
Aciones ocultas con pistola en la mano
Tinta de tatuaje oeste es el lado

In the wild west on that mobster shit
I jump out with the Tommy and spray your click
The flow sick, become ah terminal patient
The beat start knocking send you on ah vacation
That's permanent, I'm ah arsonist
Coco booths set on fire from the temperament
And that's evident from the body count
We extortion muthuf*ckers for the full amount

Leave it alone, this an active throne
We got the 50 count that'll drop them drones
No phones, drop face to face
So if someone gotta go, they'll be no case
What ah waste, you know I speak on that
If you ain't got bars what you doing in rap
Get ah strap, and rob the trap
Homie in the S S with that varrio inside
I'll take you back, then it's back to the future
But nothings really changed blue stream beach
cruising
Know I shoot ya, that's confrontation
Ese by the Pacific is my location
Bonarue nation is my apparel
The G Rabbs hoodie guide the pistol barrel
3 5 7, to be exact
I don't f*ck around in my blunt 5 sacks

Venemous, Conejo, Loco Negro
There it is, there it was
For blood diamonds, we all us
Bling bling, muthuf*cker

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