Young Club - WEST

I don't play games, niggas is lame
Stay in your lane, or stay out your feelings
I don't do broke
Thumb always hurting from counting this bread from the floor to the ceiling
You niggas bitches
I see the hate your heart
That shit heavy and really revealing
Niggas is weird
Say that they love you in person
They down they gone play you the villain
I be the lone survivor
Call me El Diablo, imma desperado with a six shooter
Tryna play the problem, nigga you the problem
Worried bout my chain but what your bitch doing?
Y'all all in the club, and you stuck at the bar and she eyeing me all on the floor
She say she riding home with her homie named Keisha
But really she all on my pole
I'm on the west
She want the best
I don't play games
Don't try to test
Shorty got brains
She gimme neck
Don't try to creep
I'm in the Vet
I'm on the west
She want the best
I don't play games
Don't try to test
Shorty got brains
She gimme neck
Don't try to creep
I'll leave you wet
Back to the first verse
Niggas been really been out in this bitch stacking bread to the ceiling
Niggas be claiming they really some gangsters to bitches
But paperwork really revealing
You be at the bar every weekend bout drunk than a bitch
To these hoes that shit isn't appealing
I run with the dealers that's pushing that work in the city
Make music and making a killing
Put that on pockets, your bitch, and your momma that none of you niggas is fucking with Me
Proper practice, peep the preparation, pressure pimpin', pesos
Know im pushing P
I'm in the city, I been in the trenches, I been on the block, and I been in the streets
I hear all the talking, I see all the cubics
You saying they diamonds well show me receipts
Find you a church if you want you some peace
Bitch got a choice she gone give me a piece
She want a nigga to take her and make her feel special, she bougie but shorty a freak
And if you don't love her, and fuck her, and buy her a Birkin you know that she probably Gone leave
Just know that you lose her and hurt her, you finally come searching
You probably gone find her with me
Cause Im on the west
She want the best
I don't play games
Don't try to test
Shorty got brains
She gimme neck
Don't try to creep
I'm in the Vet
I'm on the west
She want the best
I don't play games
Don't try to test
Shorty got brains
She gimme neck
Don't try to creep
I'll leave you wet

Written by:
Sean Greaten

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