J2GREEDY - West Coast Freestyle (feat. J550) Lyrics

Ayy, winning team, f*ck rappin and do it for the green

Man, I done changed up off the Xans, used to be a fiend
She really tried to set me up, left her ass on scene
It's either rappin' or the trap, ain't no in-between
Man, it's the West Coast, yeah, bitch, the best coast

I been down, I feel like Pac back in Death Row
The money comin' every day, I can't let it go
I got yo bitch up in my DM, she gon' let it blow
Man, f*ck it' pop a bean, lil' shawty suck the team

Lil' Brody hatin', gotta work on his self esteem
Lil Bro need motivation with a gun, can't have a dream
These n***** tryna prove a point and I'm just chasing green
She wanna go extreme, she wanna be my queen

She got a boyfriend serving for the country, a Marine
Her pussy tangerine, I'm sinking submarine
Her mouth is stankin, man, I had to get her listerine
But on the real note, Jae on the beat, I'm floating hoe

I know they listening, they vibin' to the Greedy flow
I got some pressure for the scale, I got it for the low
And ain't no frontin' in my city, just to let you know

Ain't no frontin' in my city, my palms is blowin' pink

Cause niggas just been runnin' through them 50's
This shit get tricky, a lot of niggas sayin' they wanna get me
But I wish a nigga would, I promise do his ass
Just like Ricky, you niggas sad

Ain't never got no money, shit bad
The bank keep lockin' a nigga card
Cause I keep swipin' the tags, you niggas trash
Watch me spend a 50 on glass
And Greedy lob it off the backboard
So I dunked on his ass