My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
Took a shot to the middle like a running back they wanna see me fold
But I keep on comin back
Im gettin money f*ck the opps better bag back
I put some ice all on my wrist f*ck the price tag
This for them nights , no assist had to pay the cost I be doin what I'm doin
Ima f*ckin boss
I put in work to get what i deserve living large
I'm painting pictures my niggas tired of hearing bars
Fast car going far feel like i could fly
In the sky couldn't cry when my nigga died
Shorty came gave me vibes i can feel for life
F*ck me twice every night tell me thats its mine
Ima get up, ima hustle for the block
For them times that my niggas couldnt cop
Now i pull to the west in a drop
Ceiling cracked free the smoke and my thoughts
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
I'm on my way up
I was feelin low
My niggas grew up at the bottom of the totem pole
My brotha locked up
They wanna cut me deeper
They shot my cousin in the back, I aint see it either
Wrote this shit, aint no need to bring it off the top
The brody pull up in a coupe, call it hotbox
Saw yo bitch, think I like the way that ass droppin
Saw my drip, now she know a nigga really poppin
F*ck a bad blonde bitch named beverly
Cleverly, damn I got the bars caught a felony
Envy me, niggas really thinkin they befriendin me
Enemies, damn they plottin tryna see the end of me
(Woah)
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
All this bullshit cause yo bitch wanna kiss me
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
Nifty, movin cold as ice
Call it thrifty
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please (Yuh)
PhonsyWildn' - Westside Dreams (feat. Tayb the King) Lyrics
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My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
Took a shot to the middle like a running back they wanna see me fold
But I keep on comin back
Im gettin money f*ck the opps better bag back
I put some ice all on my wrist f*ck the price tag
This for them nights , no assist had to pay the cost I be doin what I'm doin
Ima f*ckin boss
I put in work to get what i deserve living large
I'm painting pictures my niggas tired of hearing bars
Fast car going far feel like i could fly
In the sky couldn't cry when my nigga died
Shorty came gave me vibes i can feel for life
F*ck me twice every night tell me thats its mine
Ima get up, ima hustle for the block
For them times that my niggas couldnt cop
Now i pull to the west in a drop
Ceiling cracked free the smoke and my thoughts
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
I'm on my way up
I was feelin low
My niggas grew up at the bottom of the totem pole
My brotha locked up
They wanna cut me deeper
They shot my cousin in the back, I aint see it either
Wrote this shit, aint no need to bring it off the top
The brody pull up in a coupe, call it hotbox
Saw yo bitch, think I like the way that ass droppin
Saw my drip, now she know a nigga really poppin
F*ck a bad blonde bitch named beverly
Cleverly, damn I got the bars caught a felony
Envy me, niggas really thinkin they befriendin me
Enemies, damn they plottin tryna see the end of me
(Woah)
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
All this bullshit cause yo bitch wanna kiss me
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
Nifty, movin cold as ice
Call it thrifty
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please (Yuh)
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
Took a shot to the middle like a running back they wanna see me fold
But I keep on comin back
Im gettin money f*ck the opps better bag back
I put some ice all on my wrist f*ck the price tag
This for them nights , no assist had to pay the cost I be doin what I'm doin
Ima f*ckin boss
I put in work to get what i deserve living large
I'm painting pictures my niggas tired of hearing bars
Fast car going far feel like i could fly
In the sky couldn't cry when my nigga died
Shorty came gave me vibes i can feel for life
F*ck me twice every night tell me thats its mine
Ima get up, ima hustle for the block
For them times that my niggas couldnt cop
Now i pull to the west in a drop
Ceiling cracked free the smoke and my thoughts
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
I'm on my way up
I was feelin low
My niggas grew up at the bottom of the totem pole
My brotha locked up
They wanna cut me deeper
They shot my cousin in the back, I aint see it either
Wrote this shit, aint no need to bring it off the top
The brody pull up in a coupe, call it hotbox
Saw yo bitch, think I like the way that ass droppin
Saw my drip, now she know a nigga really poppin
F*ck a bad blonde bitch named beverly
Cleverly, damn I got the bars caught a felony
Envy me, niggas really thinkin they befriendin me
Enemies, damn they plottin tryna see the end of me
(Woah)
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
All this bullshit cause yo bitch wanna kiss me
Blink twice, ya just might miss me
Nifty, movin cold as ice
Call it thrifty
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up w the east side schemes
No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please
My niggas havin west side dreams
Pullin up with the east side schemes No flexin on the gram, no tweets
Round here gotta do what we please (Yuh)
Writer: PhonsyWildn', JhonTay Bryant, Stephon Bryant
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: PhonsyWildn'
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: PhonsyWildn', JhonTay Bryant, Stephon Bryant