Tyler Showers, Matty Wood$ - Westside Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on protégés I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
Aye, I been geeked off the Hennessey
Haven't slept, my anatomy, breakin down
It's been bad for me
I can't help it it's happening
I would happily help myself for some smoke off the reefer
I'm talking real shit, the keef in the blunt, the realest the chief of the drugs, aye
Pulled out my body it's sloppy
Mindset been rocky
Asap said don't get too cocky
I'm building riches like roddy
The Mrs. ain't with my hobbies, I'm laughing
Hop in the mazzi, I'm cappin
Tell all your mommies I'm rappin
Aye, aye, aye
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
Yeah, yuh, aye
Never tell a lie, (never tell a lie)
Writing on the bible (yeah)
Chopper get the kick (chopper the the kick)
Both hands on the rifle (yeah)
Jordan with the shot (Jordan with the shot)
Took it with my eyes closed (yeah)
Racks in the bank (racks in the bank)
Stack it like the Eiffel
Skate in the bitch it's not regular, link with the plug on the regular, yeah
Too high what you say it ain't register, 20k lay it on the register
Just turn a trap to a penthouse, they tryna see how I do that,
Chopper on me you get blew back, money your boys smell like new rags
Geekin I'm goin a lil too fast (yeah)
Aye, but whats in it for me, sigh of relief, money come in, make sense in a week
I'm tryna be civil the racks they just triple, my room full of skittles
I'm high as can be (yeah) who be higher than me? (yeah)
Never tell a lie (never tell a lie) (yeah)
Never tell a lie (never tell a lie)
Writing on the bible (yeah)
Chopper get the kick (chopper get the kick)
Both hands on the rife (yeah)
Flexing with the guap (flexing with the guap)
Bitch I hold the title
Matty pass it over (yeah)
Run it Casanova (yeah)
Paid up like a chauffeur, but
I don't even know her, no
Gotta get to my work, hoe
Hope I say the right words, though
All my life I been thorough
Overthought I wanna call the shots for all my homies copping that dough, wait
Impatient bitch I got road rage, famous shit is gettin overrated
Look for better days and it's always
Lookin like it's gon blow away (wait)(wait)(wait)(wait)
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
(Chopper get the kick)
(Yeah)

Aye, aye, aye
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on protégés I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
Aye, I been geeked off the Hennessey
Haven't slept, my anatomy, breakin down
It's been bad for me
I can't help it it's happening
I would happily help myself for some smoke off the reefer
I'm talking real shit, the keef in the blunt, the realest the chief of the drugs, aye
Pulled out my body it's sloppy
Mindset been rocky
Asap said don't get too cocky
I'm building riches like roddy
The Mrs. ain't with my hobbies, I'm laughing
Hop in the mazzi, I'm cappin
Tell all your mommies I'm rappin
Aye, aye, aye
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
Yeah, yuh, aye
Never tell a lie, (never tell a lie)
Writing on the bible (yeah)
Chopper get the kick (chopper the the kick)
Both hands on the rifle (yeah)
Jordan with the shot (Jordan with the shot)
Took it with my eyes closed (yeah)
Racks in the bank (racks in the bank)
Stack it like the Eiffel
Skate in the bitch it's not regular, link with the plug on the regular, yeah
Too high what you say it ain't register, 20k lay it on the register
Just turn a trap to a penthouse, they tryna see how I do that,
Chopper on me you get blew back, money your boys smell like new rags
Geekin I'm goin a lil too fast (yeah)
Aye, but whats in it for me, sigh of relief, money come in, make sense in a week
I'm tryna be civil the racks they just triple, my room full of skittles
I'm high as can be (yeah) who be higher than me? (yeah)
Never tell a lie (never tell a lie) (yeah)
Never tell a lie (never tell a lie)
Writing on the bible (yeah)
Chopper get the kick (chopper get the kick)
Both hands on the rife (yeah)
Flexing with the guap (flexing with the guap)
Bitch I hold the title
Matty pass it over (yeah)
Run it Casanova (yeah)
Paid up like a chauffeur, but
I don't even know her, no
Gotta get to my work, hoe
Hope I say the right words, though
All my life I been thorough
Overthought I wanna call the shots for all my homies copping that dough, wait
Impatient bitch I got road rage, famous shit is gettin overrated
Look for better days and it's always
Lookin like it's gon blow away (wait)(wait)(wait)(wait)
You know I kill shit
Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich
Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch
Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it
That's why I killed it
You know I kill shit
Front some money forward just to build up my appearance
Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit
Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit
Right off your hippie lip
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
(Chopper get the kick)
(Yeah)