WestChandlerBlvd

(What? What?)

I got a spot at the top

Yes, I know just how to keep it

I came up in a mouldy basement

10 below, we, we was creepin'

We was livin' outta El's house

The rest; they took the stale route

Me and my friends got famous

Off of clicking record and speaking, speaking (Yes)

Back to the old days

I can't rock no bald fade

I would rather Bic it

It's sickening, I got it in me

Its the 5-1-7

Hit me to get me ready

Head on a swivel

Blade in my grip, I swang it

Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'

I'm speaking my own sermon

Grill the whole fucking scene

Throw somе charcoal on and I burn 'ya

I can say what I mean

But I ain't tryna be mean

I'm just tryna livе my life

While they just tryna be me

Give it up bitch

I heard enough of it

I got a bucket list

And I'ma get all of it

Won't give it up for shit

I had enough of it

Bumpin' Viper, snowbird

While I fuck the bitch

Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car

They in awe (Yeah)

Lookin' like a star bitch

When you see me make a wish

Jam the Carter II out the Impala (What? What?)

Wheezy F showed me the way

J and El turn me into a monster

The way I pop my shit is rocket ship science

They cannot understand

I demand the world up in my hands

And hit my chicken dance

Please don't try to diss a man

We leave you with no dividends

The difference is: my shit forever

You're 'ready in the past tense

Should've moved with your heart

Not your ego, now they don't talk about 'ya

They forgot about 'ya?

Now they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)

They don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)

They forgot about 'ya? (Oh, Oh, Oh)

No, they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)