A Westside Session
Ty Holms
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Smoking kush rolling up a fucking, yeah Smoking kush rolling up a fucking double My bitch is double trouble, missing pieces to the puzzle I'm dialing up the crew, fucked around and found a scuffle Yo why these bitch ass motherfuckers tryna catch some knuckles Yeah I had my 9, but it didn't cross my mind I'm tryna keep it kind, but you're fucking with my grind So I let'em swing and I step back on my hind I rack'em in his jaw and I move'm to the side All these fucking haters really out here wasting time The way that I keep moving, it's a struggle to define They tryna hit my line, but they waitin' on my decline And when me and Shore align it's gon' blow their fucking minds And I'm hittin' all the time, up in the stu I am confined If it's hard it's by design, my cookups always turn out prime I'm out west smoking a breeze, I'm out west having a time It's just Preme and Shore and I, we gon' sit back and recline Baby hop up in the chevy, let me roll up something quick Waste the fucking population, only riding with my click I'm fully pressed, rockin' the bottle finally digging in my itch I got ink up in my skin and my lungs is 'bout to give Baby hop up in the chevy, let me roll up something quick Waste the fucking population, only riding with my click I'm fully pressed, rockin' the bottle finally digging in my itch I got ink up in my skin and my lungs is 'bout to give It's been a long day I'm gon' roll up something visual, it's hard to see the pain when you smoking on medicinal No signal lane change, tuck in my damn chain All of these shooters vain, dopamine to the brain I'm gon' go toe to toe, you gon' lack or show Just keep that in your mind, I'm gon' make sure I got the load Cockin the 9, the 17 on the down-low Hallows my ammo, I'm gon' stack up a bando Pullin' strings got the banjo, keep it G I'm the same hoe Extra cream like a bagel, smoking O's I ain't fazed tho Plant a seed, all I do is grow K-Swisses on my feet, baby I'm a pro I'm gon' get this dough, Ksubi oh fasho, Ferragamo Leave Rodeo with hella Gucci cargo and Coco It's tough to see if you really with it Cause all my shit is tinted, plus the smoke is thick and it's too consistent Baby hop up in the chevy, let me roll up something quick Waste the fucking population, only riding with my click I'm fully pressed, rockin' the bottle finally digging in my itch I got ink up in my skin and my lungs is 'bout to give Baby hop up in the chevy, let me roll up something quick Waste the fucking population, only riding with my click I'm fully pressed, rockin' the bottle finally digging in my itch I got ink up in my skin and my lungs is 'bout to give
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