"West Coast" lyrics

I don't dance, I do my fuck it up
Wait, hold up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, this the West Coast
Wait, hold up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, yes, I do the most (Yes I do)
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, watch how I'm finna post
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, watch this
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, wait, hold up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, this the West Coast
I'm finna turn this bitch up
I ain't givin' out no passes, this the West Coast

Pull up on him, hop a nigga spooked, jump back in the Ghost
Fuck the rap beef, delete the Twitter thugs off one post
Man-to-man, I ain't givin' passes, this the West Coast (Nah)
I'm givin' all backshots, I don't give passes
And I ain't fuckin' on no hood rats, this shit ratchet
This bitch don't even moan, she just told me, "Get brackin'"
I'm in the trenches, this bitch live where it's crackin'
Talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, I'm in your bitch throat
You ain't never had no blues on you, how is you a loc?
Pillow talkin' on the kid, tell that bitch, "How you broke?"
And you keep goin' to jail and gettin' out, fuck you on?
I'm on this bitch from Daygo
I'm feelin' like I dropped somethin' in my Faygo
We in the sheets geeked up like I'm Faybo
She ready to do everything I say so
Toot it up, toot it up soon as I say so

I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, this the West Coast (Get out the way, get out the way)
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, yes, I do the most (Yes I do, yes I do, wait, hol' up)
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, watch how I'm finna post
Wait, hold up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, watch this
I don't dance, I do my fuck it up, this the West Coast