"West 7" lyrics
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Hah (It's a Wayne beat)
I grew up on the Westside, Detroit raised me
Huh
I know some Eastside niggas tryna catch you on 94
I know some Westside niggas lurkin' on the Lodge
Call me hot grease, get a nigga fried
That young nigga kill shit, see it in his eye
'Bows in the attic, boogers in the Patek
Four bodies this week, my young nigga gettin' active
Shot him when I seen him, man, this shit was automatic
I love money, I love hoes, I love clothes, I'm an addict
My cars the fastest, my bitch the baddest
It ain't shit to get a square touched like a tablet
I don't worry 'bout my young niggas, they gon' fap shit
Tryna get some money, tryna do this rap shit
I just made three plays today, it's a hat trick
Every time you see me out of town, it's a classic
I just put fifty-some thousand in a mattress
I'm just tryna stack everything and get a mansion
In high school, you was the man, boy, what happened?
When you was in the club bein' a scrub, I was trappin'
Catch an opp comin' out the house like what hannenin'?
All my niggas grew up outside, we was madness
Buffs with the tint, Hutch got me lit
Bust a nigga in the head, never bust in a bitch
Put your hands up, I'll beat you up with my fists
Put that gun down, everybody tough with a blick
All them young niggas in the hood wanna hustle like me
I'll really get it back in blood, Pooh Shiesty
Rollie on, buffs on, chains hangin' off my white tee
Young rich nigga, checked up like I'm Nike
SB Dunks on, I'm a hypebeast
Neck full of water, I'm a Pisces
Young nigga keep a chopstick like I'm Chinese
They know me everywhere I go, I don't need an ID
The fiends give me bread, the hoes give me head
I don't never sleep on these thousand counts on my bed
Brodie still breakin' laws even though he goin' fed
I don't never take shit back, I said what I said
My young nigga wanna kill shit if he don't take his meds
Disrespect a ho nigga, I don't never diss the dead
My old nigga still sellin' dog food, Jenny Craig
Man, I done ran up a million with these legs
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't shit, leave her on read
My old bitch colder than these young hoes with her own bread
I got a grown bag, I don't bullshit, I get it sold fast
I ain't fuckin' with no broke-ass bitch with no class
My young niggas treacherous, they rob shit with no mask
They can tell it's me in the whip when I blow past
All I know is— go fast
We get the fresh bricks in from George Lopez
Take a ho nigga on a ride, put him on pegs
We'll kill his ass right now if he don't beg
All my bitches stallions, I don't know Meg
Rastas on my roster, you don't want dread
Drum kits on the blicks, this a whole band
Unc' still sellin' bricks, he an old man
You don't know my life, you ain't never sold tan
You'll get your head bust over one gram
My uncle, he the brick man, nigga, fuck Sam
My little cousin bust heads, what up, fam?
I think I broke the engine on that one Lam'
My four-five slam niggas, Rob Van Dam, huh
Hah (It's a Wayne beat)
I grew up on the Westside, Detroit raised me
Huh
I know some Eastside niggas tryna catch you on 94
I know some Westside niggas lurkin' on the Lodge
Call me hot grease, get a nigga fried
That young nigga kill shit, see it in his eye
'Bows in the attic, boogers in the Patek
Four bodies this week, my young nigga gettin' active
Shot him when I seen him, man, this shit was automatic
I love money, I love hoes, I love clothes, I'm an addict
My cars the fastest, my bitch the baddest
It ain't shit to get a square touched like a tablet
I don't worry 'bout my young niggas, they gon' fap shit
Tryna get some money, tryna do this rap shit
I just made three plays today, it's a hat trick
Every time you see me out of town, it's a classic
I just put fifty-some thousand in a mattress
I'm just tryna stack everything and get a mansion
In high school, you was the man, boy, what happened?
When you was in the club bein' a scrub, I was trappin'
Catch an opp comin' out the house like what hannenin'?
All my niggas grew up outside, we was madness
Buffs with the tint, Hutch got me lit
Bust a nigga in the head, never bust in a bitch
Put your hands up, I'll beat you up with my fists
Put that gun down, everybody tough with a blick
All them young niggas in the hood wanna hustle like me
I'll really get it back in blood, Pooh Shiesty
Rollie on, buffs on, chains hangin' off my white tee
Young rich nigga, checked up like I'm Nike
SB Dunks on, I'm a hypebeast
Neck full of water, I'm a Pisces
Young nigga keep a chopstick like I'm Chinese
They know me everywhere I go, I don't need an ID
The fiends give me bread, the hoes give me head
I don't never sleep on these thousand counts on my bed
Brodie still breakin' laws even though he goin' fed
I don't never take shit back, I said what I said
My young nigga wanna kill shit if he don't take his meds
Disrespect a ho nigga, I don't never diss the dead
My old nigga still sellin' dog food, Jenny Craig
Man, I done ran up a million with these legs
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't shit, leave her on read
My old bitch colder than these young hoes with her own bread
I got a grown bag, I don't bullshit, I get it sold fast
I ain't fuckin' with no broke-ass bitch with no class
My young niggas treacherous, they rob shit with no mask
They can tell it's me in the whip when I blow past
All I know is— go fast
We get the fresh bricks in from George Lopez
Take a ho nigga on a ride, put him on pegs
We'll kill his ass right now if he don't beg
All my bitches stallions, I don't know Meg
Rastas on my roster, you don't want dread
Drum kits on the blicks, this a whole band
Unc' still sellin' bricks, he an old man
You don't know my life, you ain't never sold tan
You'll get your head bust over one gram
My uncle, he the brick man, nigga, fuck Sam
My little cousin bust heads, what up, fam?
I think I broke the engine on that one Lam'
My four-five slam niggas, Rob Van Dam, huh
