WEST LIDDELL WIT IT Video (MV)

Unfortunately, I've been shittin' on these niggas, ain't talkin' bout the pellets
I'm not a ghost, whisperer' but the pape got me talkin' to Deadman
You wouldn't even know I was f*ckin' with her, we like Oprah and Stedman

Me and Staxxx been cuttin' up the cut, we on West Liddell with it
Sold the fiend a lil' gram and told him my scale twitchin
I'm mad as hell, I put the Glock in my pants and then I fell with it
I put it in the whip, then got pulled over and went to jail with it

I hit the fiend, his ass said he wanted two bows and then I'm mailin' it
The pack loud, it be screamin' all through the mmmh, I know you smellin' it
Exotic smoke, just movin' all through the air, I love inhalin' it
Staxxx said that, nigga

The streets was somethin' serious, I walked outside and then I fell in it
The blunt was filled with all black bookie, I put some kale in it
Choppa bust a nigga in his brain, he can't even think
The doc said my kidney's goin' bad, but I kept drankin' the drank
Lil del on West Liddell, nigga
They might as well call me Bob Ross, I leave the streets with pain
We just put the opps in the box, watch if his teammates flank
Hummer H2 with big wheels, comin' like a army tank

I need the military, mmm, alright
Them military bullets up in the chop, f*ck what the army think
This gas bomb just dropped up in the club, and made the party stank
I f*cked around and drank a whole pint of red, like what would Carti think

I beat the bitch and I look back and ask her, are you retarded, stink
My son gon' know his dad a f*ckin' king, bitch, I'm lil Joey James
My bitch hand, been in the pot all day, she have them snowy rings
Damn, I look at her like shit impeccable

I know my lips black, but I tell my bitch my shit is peckable
I customized the pussy at first, this shit was tight, but now it's stretchable
He walked and talked in June, but in July, the bitch a vegetable
Oh my God, oh my God

Unfortunately, I been shittin' on these niggas, ain't talkin' bout the pellets
I'm not a ghost, whisperer' but the pape, got me talkin' to Deadman
You wouldn't even know I was f*ckin' with her, we like Oprah and Stedman
Me and Staxxx been cuttin' up the cut, we on West Liddell with it

I'm mad as hell, I put the Glock in my pants and then I fell with it
I put it in the whip, then got pulled over and went to jail with it
I hit the fiend, his ass said he wanted two bows and then I'm mailin' it
The pack loud, it be screamin' all through the mmmh, I know you smellin' it

Exotic smoke, just movin' all through the air, I love it, hailin' it
Staxx said that, nigga
Lil del on West Liddell, nigga