Spectrum on the f*ckin' beat
Go wet em, I love my freaky tricks like Quicksand
Nice and smooth, how can they withstand
A hot player like me, out from the west
L-M tatted right on my chest
Shoo what it do, baby love how you bangin
Caught my eye from a distance where you standin
I know you see how you wanna ride it on me
Only one night and it's on and crackin
Runnin my money is a must
F*ck with a bullshit fuel up at the pump
Smokin' exotic, got me slumped all over the place
Wiping off the trace, so ain't shit on this case
I'm swingin' back and forth with my step all with ease
Punch em so hard, now bobs sleepin'
Your response the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
West side movin' thass the gang
Bitch niggas be lookin' at me strange
West side throwin' up the motherf*ckin' tray
Grab a couple blowers from the lil' homie Zayn
Skrrt skrrt in that Benzo
Choppers with extendo
64 Impala, I ain't talkin' about Nintendo
Big champ nigga, big ballin' up in the end zone
She let me hit it quick, but for you, you in the friend zone
Young nigga, and a thug nigga
I know some ESE's and some bloods, nigga
Champagne by the beach, we don't do the mud, nigga
I know they wanna get a reaction, I won't budge, nigga
Love, nigga, if you comin' at me, cool
Been a thug nigga since high school
West side movin' gang, that's the clique, bitch
Ride around the city, and I'm always on some Crip shit
Up and down on my neighborhood street
Ghetto bird in the air, tryna find me
Hit quick with them corners right beside me
Rodeo on this drive, kinda rocky
Ain't no playa hatin' fag gonna stop me
Boy stiff against the wall like a dolly
Say that it's hot, cause you know we don't stop
Gotta run it up with these motherf*ckers
Talkin a whole lot, no lie
Bullseye when we hit him with a toy drive
Rippin' through your flesh like, what
Your response, the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
Blazzphemy - Wet Em (feat. YeloHill) Lyrics
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Spectrum on the f*ckin' beat
Go wet em, I love my freaky tricks like Quicksand
Nice and smooth, how can they withstand
A hot player like me, out from the west
L-M tatted right on my chest
Shoo what it do, baby love how you bangin
Caught my eye from a distance where you standin
I know you see how you wanna ride it on me
Only one night and it's on and crackin
Runnin my money is a must
F*ck with a bullshit fuel up at the pump
Smokin' exotic, got me slumped all over the place
Wiping off the trace, so ain't shit on this case
I'm swingin' back and forth with my step all with ease
Punch em so hard, now bobs sleepin'
Your response the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
West side movin' thass the gang
Bitch niggas be lookin' at me strange
West side throwin' up the motherf*ckin' tray
Grab a couple blowers from the lil' homie Zayn
Skrrt skrrt in that Benzo
Choppers with extendo
64 Impala, I ain't talkin' about Nintendo
Big champ nigga, big ballin' up in the end zone
She let me hit it quick, but for you, you in the friend zone
Young nigga, and a thug nigga
I know some ESE's and some bloods, nigga
Champagne by the beach, we don't do the mud, nigga
I know they wanna get a reaction, I won't budge, nigga
Love, nigga, if you comin' at me, cool
Been a thug nigga since high school
West side movin' gang, that's the clique, bitch
Ride around the city, and I'm always on some Crip shit
Up and down on my neighborhood street
Ghetto bird in the air, tryna find me
Hit quick with them corners right beside me
Rodeo on this drive, kinda rocky
Ain't no playa hatin' fag gonna stop me
Boy stiff against the wall like a dolly
Say that it's hot, cause you know we don't stop
Gotta run it up with these motherf*ckers
Talkin a whole lot, no lie
Bullseye when we hit him with a toy drive
Rippin' through your flesh like, what
Your response, the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
Go wet em, I love my freaky tricks like Quicksand
Nice and smooth, how can they withstand
A hot player like me, out from the west
L-M tatted right on my chest
Shoo what it do, baby love how you bangin
Caught my eye from a distance where you standin
I know you see how you wanna ride it on me
Only one night and it's on and crackin
Runnin my money is a must
F*ck with a bullshit fuel up at the pump
Smokin' exotic, got me slumped all over the place
Wiping off the trace, so ain't shit on this case
I'm swingin' back and forth with my step all with ease
Punch em so hard, now bobs sleepin'
Your response the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
West side movin' thass the gang
Bitch niggas be lookin' at me strange
West side throwin' up the motherf*ckin' tray
Grab a couple blowers from the lil' homie Zayn
Skrrt skrrt in that Benzo
Choppers with extendo
64 Impala, I ain't talkin' about Nintendo
Big champ nigga, big ballin' up in the end zone
She let me hit it quick, but for you, you in the friend zone
Young nigga, and a thug nigga
I know some ESE's and some bloods, nigga
Champagne by the beach, we don't do the mud, nigga
I know they wanna get a reaction, I won't budge, nigga
Love, nigga, if you comin' at me, cool
Been a thug nigga since high school
West side movin' gang, that's the clique, bitch
Ride around the city, and I'm always on some Crip shit
Up and down on my neighborhood street
Ghetto bird in the air, tryna find me
Hit quick with them corners right beside me
Rodeo on this drive, kinda rocky
Ain't no playa hatin' fag gonna stop me
Boy stiff against the wall like a dolly
Say that it's hot, cause you know we don't stop
Gotta run it up with these motherf*ckers
Talkin a whole lot, no lie
Bullseye when we hit him with a toy drive
Rippin' through your flesh like, what
Your response, the reason why you live
Thug life till I check out this bitch
Writer: oscar Rodriguez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid