Don West - Easy Lyrics

I'm coming with it
Independent
All the photos
Get to clicking
Is you bented?
Is you litted?
Got the rain boots
Get loose
Prop the poom
Stank groove
Don't stop
Till the clock
Hit noon
Pop
So stay glocked
If you knew
What's good for you
I take a shot
For the block
Ain't no goons missing
I hate to think
How you lost
F*cking with a real boss
Plenty green out there
Get cropped
This your bop
Shake it for the gram
Don't stop
I see a thicky little thing
Yea she top
Cheeky
Little piece
But the brain on guap
She WAP
No talk
Drop the pants
On shock
Huh
It's the same every new addition
I fit the frame
But elude the vision
The NSYNC
To your new edition
Testing
'Bout to hit the stage
Yea you know the mission
Listen
Fifty
A hundred bands
Is you with me
Dropping from the clouds
Bitch
I made it look easy
Ten toes down when a mf need me
Topping
Off the charts
This shit too easy
Believe me
I run the lands
Is you with me
Take a chance
Roll the hand
Call it peaking
Ticket for the grand
Slamming heads
Fleet beating
Pocket too fat
Bitch
I make it look easy
Picking it for the bang
But you know I'll make it slap
I paid her way
She roll that thing
Then bring it back
Titties, ass
So fat
Dump it down
Like a Cadillac
If she throw the cat
It's a wrap
Can you handle that
Ticking it for the gain
Bet you ain't afraid
Of the top
Making it bottom
To the mop
Finish lane
On cop
Making it
Rain
To show the change
It developed
Before you popped
I did it
For the mob
Shmob
Bank rob
Cheese so bag
Beast mode
Had
Fees on grand
Do you got it like that?
Make it lean
Then clap
Befuddled
By every action
Feast mode lasting
Cheeking
So we cashing
Dusse
Too late for the passing
All good
I'll roll it up
And get it cracking
Cali
Where we packing
Heat
On the gas
Man
Peak is where we at
Too goat for the grassland
Oh no
Taking
Low blows
You wish
Too big
To woe
Hoes
Too quick
Too slick
Too wit
Too hit
Too lit
Too big
I told you
Got that money
Play to win
So ain't shit funny
Mini men
Don't even bug me
Get your friend
Don't leave him bugging
Industry
Heat leading
Dunny
Feel the streets
Receding
Cunning
When I spit
It's bleeding money
Killing shit
Leave them runny
Fifty
A hundred bands
Is you with me
Dropping from the clouds
Bitch
I made it look easy
Ten toes down when a mf need me
Topping
Off the charts
This shit too easy
Believe me
I run the lands
Is you wit me
Take a chance
Roll the hand
Call it peaking
Ticket for the grand
Slamming heads
Fleet beating
Pocket too fat
Bitch
I make it look easy