Pop Smoke, Tyga, Quavo – West Coast Shit Lyrics
Artist: Pop Smoke, Tyga, Quavo
Song: West Coast Shit
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Pop Smoke, I’m on some west coast sh#t (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast ***** (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast sh#t (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I’m robbin’ (Brrt)
I got ’em, smoke, I pop ’em
Put the ***** on Prada and now she proper
T-Raww, I’m on some West Coast sh#t (Bit’)
Life easy live on the Sunset Strip (Yah; T-Raw)
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp (Aight, ah, ah)
I just booked a round trip, I don’t argue with the ***** (No)
And my Spanish ***** talk spicy with the lips
When the car work for M, you don’t gotta touch the rim’
Don’t ask me the price, costed an arm, leg and limb (Yah; Ayy)
When you in the light, *****s wanna say your dim (Bit’)
Where you get that from? *****s gotta say it’s him
Wunna copied my flow, I switch this sh#t again
*****s ain’t put the work, they don’t celebrate the win
When you was brought up with your *****, I was shootin’ in the gym, mother****er, ah
Pop Smoke, I’m on some west coast sh#t (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast ***** (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast sh#t (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I’m robbin’ (Brrt)
I got em’, smoke, I pop em’
Put the ***** on Prada and now she propper
Christian Louboutins like I set the pasta
But I still steam his ass, I’ll grab him
I’m in that new Dior, Quay’ in that Prada
Don’t get it confused, I’ll drive him
Four door *****s riddin’ strap, get straight hacked to the back
We don’t play disrespect, real talk is not just rap
Gang signs in my tap, 22’s in the shirt
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a *****s’ dreds
Thirty-six karats on my wrist
That mean there’s thirty-six karats on my ***** (Woo)
Shit, now Virgil got me drippin’
And it’s straight from the forcin’ in the kitchen
Pop Smoke, I’m on some west coast sh#t (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast ***** (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast sh#t (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I’m robbin’ (Brrt)
I got em’, smoke, I pop em’
Put the ***** on Prada and now she propper (Quavo)
West side, North side, yessir (Yessir)
East side, south side, let’s go to work (Go to work)
Right hand in the air, let’s pop a perc (Pop a perc)
New coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt (Skrrt)
She came in last place, she can get a shirt (Get a shirt)
If she go to first place, baby get a purse (Purse)
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse (Whip it)
Dead man in the hearse when the gang burst (Uh)
500K on the wrist (Ice), I got me scorin’ your ***** (Woo)
My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fist (Woo)
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit (Uh)
I can’t get caught in the mix
I make a hit, I can’t miss (Hit)
Pop Smoke, I’m on some west coast sh#t (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast ***** (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast sh#t (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I’m robbin’ (Brrt)
I got em’, smoke, I pop em’
Put the ***** on Prada and now she propper
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Release Year: 2020