EJ Mackavelli - W E S T C O. A S T

Shit Get hotter than West coast
I was wooing way deep inna west smoking best smoke
And they know , it’s no, hesitation
Staying right up on G O, ain’t a reason a tell me a “let’s go”
Top down flying, eyeing at Louie, don’t worry we Gucci
Hold it down, Imma get you stilettos
WHOA
Tell em I’m coming and flexing
W double O, opps know, might go, go flood the necklace
Euro Size 47
Cost Band a more
Now who really big stepping
New Foreign
Don’t need hands at all
Joyride the whip through ebbets
I don’t need John’s, EJ the don, I been feeling like Dillinger
Baby let’s go raise the ceiling up
Ain’t none of these squares could fit in this cylinder
Baby I’m cream of the crop with it
Got sum youngings that’s feigning to drop with it
Aint no reason to sprinkle no grubba , on momma I Ain’t no shaking this hot feeling
Suvys drilling , Guys is Chilling , What more can I say , we top billin
I’m too Big to be hiding from niggas
When you a boss you could fire nigga
Or fuck it, fire on niggas
Who want the pressure, pressure apply it on niggas
I get this tony feeling, Montana
Ain’t one of these boney niggas, I’ll jam ya
Who wanna hold me really put yo bands up
aint one of yo homies silly , stay standard
I Hope that you stay clear, stay clear
It’s spooky can’t fake the fear
Oops Just aim cannons there
Boo-Boo-boom- na-na-na
Cause I cannot be a statistic
Back to traveling , back in my bag again, seeing them palms tree be different
I like my business moves quiet, cause all of these niggas be whispering
Gotta move different , be difficult
You with the Law, Fuck I’m telling you ?
Otherside ? it’s a never do
Free all the WOOs out the federal
CHOO K

Written by:
Eric Mack

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