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[Hook]
A lot of niggas switch up and then they split up
But this WESTFIVESEVEN shit been here before us
And I’m just tryna get it popping
I just wanna get it popping
I can’t wait to get it popping
My whole hood gon’ get it popping
[Verse 1]
Niggas yelling out streets, they yelling out blocks
I’m screaming WESTFIVESEVEN until my neighborhood pop
Build it up from the bottom, I just wanna be stunna
Own a couple of islands and talk a whole bunch of numbers
All my shit heavy bass, make Glizzy Impala shake
Bout to slide down the ave cuz papi whip up them steaks
Whole platter $4.50 a extra dollar my dutchy
Half the hood playing scratch-offs, guess everybody feel lucky
I’m tryna be living proof, the youth got the juice
I just wanna spin the block in something missing a roof
In my cup, ain’t no juice, spilled honey jack on my shoes
Everything I drink brown, everything I twist loud
WESTFIVESEVEN my work, nigga putting it down
WESTFIVESEVEN my shirt, bitches digging my style ahhh
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 2]
I’m my own role model, I don’t follow no models
I ain’t follow old models, I just was making my own
Everything trial and error, got better all on my own
I can’t lie, I be stressing, I’m known for throwing my phones
Probably slamming a door but shit I gotta break something
I was tryna stay calm but shit my beat wasn’t dumping
And my peoples was fussing and my slider wasn’t coming
I was just tryna cook up, WESTFIVESEVEN my oven
Told my niggas it’s coming, just a couple more onions
Let me season my shit, purp and sour my zip
Something chocolate my chick, WESTFIVESEVEN my strip
WESTFIVESEVEN my strip, WESTFIVESEVEN my strip
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