Westwood Crib Session

Put on the timer

Let it dry

Ammo got me higher

Yeah I'm fried

People like this budda on, is just a side Huncho

Bonafide hustler, I do or die yeah

I used to sit in the flats thinking of ways to make pennies to racks

They see me and start getting spaz attacks

You don't even need to run it back

I made it all back anyway

In debt to the plug I'm stuck in the mud

I sat on a stack anyway

They tell me I'm fiction I'm smoking addicted

I speak about facts everyday

It's back to the packs anyway

Sack in the rucksack heavy weight

Benching a lot heavy plates

Dodging these pigs everyday

Eating home cooked ready made

I be the hot sauce

All of these bruddas are PeriPeri

These hoes they showing they body to me

like we don't know that she is a hoadie

I'm flipping the shit and she's showing her tits

She will never hold it for me

I make these Speakerz Knock

Making these bands on my Lonely

And I do it on my ones

This bitch will never do it for me

These niggas are bitching they talking the

most your bitch fucking you with a strap on

My word is my word

Your word ain't shit and that is the thing you go back on

Let me get my pack on

Tryna aim for a mortgage

I ain't tryna be so hands on

Girl I'm moving so whorish

She's in lingerie I make her dance for me

Latex when I bag homie

Big buds and they not homie

Hi-def coming like Sony

Real G by my side Tony

Aim it at your arm Stoney

Hella losses tracking back homie

Gladly racing through the track homie

I'm in a crib session with Westwood with a pack on me

I ain't solo I got my dogs with me

I ain't solo I got my dogs with me

Rolling with my J no Hus

Rolling with my J no Hus

Rolling with my J no Hus

Rolling with my J no Hus

M got the jubba no fuss

Hunch got the jubba It's tucked

Hustling from time I used to jump on the number 6 bus

Now it's back to the roads where I been grafting

Petite brown ting now I'm Pimp walking

Seen her at the rave yeah she's been watching

Four man try the ting but shes dun talking

So I pull up

This is life from the gutter

Knife with no butter

Poking, it's proper

See the big boy and little boy want stutter

See the big boy and little boy want stutter enough

Enuff, I ain't got time to waste

Persian rugs in my place yeah

I pree opp boys I got a dossier

From the youngins straight up to the bosses

Elevation

Elevation

This year's about elevation

Doobie in my mouth I got a revelation

Went down the wrong path made some mistakes yeah

Sit up seven days, couple piss takes yeah

Baby leave these nerds you need a risk

taker you need a risk taker we need to get paper

God damn we need to get paper

Let me tell you about some times when I never had a dime

Let me tell you about some times I used to sit and waste my time

Now I really want money

Thots, thots lining up just to hug me

Bitch niggas owe me some money

Isn't that funny

Huncho I was doing 24s in the streets

Same faces everyday, dejavu every week

Took so many L's man I been on a streak

And watch out for fake love cause that shit is so deep

And I'm sitting in the tr smoking Z to the face

And I'm grinding on my ones cause nobody relates

Pick her up in the whip on the seats full of cake

Drop her to the bus stop I can't take her for dates

And they do it for the socials man yeah I don't give a fuck

And I do it for my family I be breaking it up

And I had no sleep for a while

Sell the bud run it up

And I'm loving this cake

I be breaking it up

Put a stop on the time

I be breaking it up

And I'm sipping the tea

While I'm feeling her cups

I need me a certi bitch that can give me some pups

I don't need me a psycho ting that will put me in cuffs

And I learnt me some lessons

Get the dope out the kitchen

And I still pray to god

I still pray for forgiveness

I might be on the wrong

I still got my religion

I make her take off with the pack

I put these hoes on a missions

Yeah the keys in ignition

Speeding straight to the riches

From corner stores to foreign hoes fuck a slice I need a Domino's

And I line 'em up like domino's then disappear like vamonos

Still kick back with a Pot Noodle

Big dog yeah yeah to these dog poodles

So fuck it I'm out

Fuck it I'm out

93 I said let me come out

93 I came out

And my momma was proud

Yeah and my mother was proud