(Hey, Will)

(Will, what that is?)

Well, damn

(Do you not get the concept?)

Takin′ all facts, grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliott like I′m Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off

it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stone

and my wrist and ring, it look pissy

Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes

Show me what that new Mercedes do

Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue

All my young niggas know is some revenue

I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans

I don′t pull up to court for no settlements

All white and the coupe look angelic

We was lookin′ around for the baddest of bitches

so I had to go out and vet it

If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks

'cause back then, I had to get ahead of it

You my cousin, but you ain′t my relative

The outside of the coupe black like melanin

I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian ′cause I got some Australians

Takin' all facts, grandma raised me

I′m from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliott like I'm Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off

it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stone

and my wrist and ring, it look pissy (go)

Big yellow Cuban on and it′s pissy (ugh)

Rock big blue stones like I′m Nipsey (Nip')

I pop champagne ′til I'm tipsy (huh)

Still be spendin′ M's in my sixties (well, damn)

Please don′t try the 'Wop 'cause it′s risky

Ain′t no mystery in my history (no)

Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (grrah)

Hit with that switchy, shoot 'til it′s empty (go)

Wrist just did a 360 (skrrt)

ball like Zion before the injury (ballin')

I ain′t broke, you can't fix me (nah)

havin′ power, feelin' like 50 (50)

Eastside of the city where this

shit can get really sticky (6)

Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (no)

In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with

my Jacob on with the yellow stones (brr)

White stones, Wilma Flintstones

came a long way from a herringbone (well, damn)

All started from a mini-phone

I ran it up and my money long (it′s long)

Had to take a chance for two hundred bands

′cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop)

Takin′ all facts, grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliott like I′m Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off

it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stone

and my wrist and ring, it look pissy

Neck look pissy, uh, please don′t touch, it's risky, uh

My finger itchin', uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh

They say we litty, uh, I say, "We ain′t lit enough"

They say we did it, uh, I say, "We ain′t did enough"

I don't hang with sheeps (uh-uh) , but I pull up Lamb′

I interrupted his sentence (huh?)

before he could talk, blam (grrah)

Cougar hoe 37 (uh)

she hate when I call her ma'am (don′t do that)

She gave me head for an hour

what Gucci say? Well, damn (well, damn)

I got your bitch on a leash (yeah)

she don't ever get too far

She make you fuck in the bed

she let me hit in the car (she let me hit in the car)

Please stop blowin′ her up

she with me, you'll see her tomorrow

She say her wishes to me

she know I'm a shootin′ star (grrah, grrah)

Takin′ all facts, grandma raised me

I'm from the Westside where it get sticky

And my four wheels come with road kits

I got Elliott like I′m Missy

Stack my bread up, cut the corners off

it ain't no way you could diss me

Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stone

and my wrist and ring, it look pissy