paroles de chanson From the Hill to the West (feat. Que P) - Lakah

1204 Bidnezz (Yeh)
From the hill to the west
Catching plays like the Mets
We done ran up a check
Gotta'em wondering who up next I ain't gotta flex
Pockets stuffed, Backwood Stuffed, Double Cup Ice Crushed
Middle fingers up don't give no fuck bitch you know wassup
Ain't nothing tucked you reach try your luck
Bitch you know Wassup getting this bag is a must
Imma squirrel with a nut Nah imma dog with a bone
Bitch a trap Nigga with a bag I ain't never going home
I was taught let ya nuts hang bitch and Go get it on your own
And we worried about No Nigga I bet your bitch know all our songs
I bet your bitch know all our songs (yeh)
Coming from that land where you gotta have plan
Where you gotta make some bands
Where you gotta be like static shock
A hero in the trenches for ya fam
Bitch I get for the low then I tax like Uncle Sam
I get that bread don't give no damn
And If they smoking on exotic they paid 15 a gram
I go hard in that trap great customer service ain't no playing
Niggas fraud niggas cap you get baked get put in a pan
Niggas fraud Niggas cap you get baked get put in a pan

From the Hill to the West
Smokin Russians no Roullette
We been poppin rubber bands u been popping percocets
Got sum roccs around my necc
Take care my dawgs like a Vet
And i don't play about my checc
So u better come correct (Yeah)
Hear em talkin crazy like i wont pull up and wrecc shit
And If we don't catch em put his brudda on a necclace
Trigger fingers itchin all dem shooters getting restless
He can't come outside we on his ass in each direction
All dese niccas is sum bitches should be washing dishes
Instead they think they could compete
Don't call em sticcs we call em switches get left in sum ditches
Now das wat we call rest in peace
I'm dropping dat 4 in my pictures cuz i'm wit da bidness
And i bet u won't cross da street
And If it's smoke we running in it Pull up to yo village
Put dat glizzy right to ya teeth
I been on sum different timing u niccas behind me
Im running a race til da end
But i don't like wen niccas behind me i'm dropping atomics
And i'll prolly do it again
Im sum like a bird cuz i move wit da wind
You niccas absurd he got fronted a 10
We move like da Purge and i don't need new friends
My dawg trapped in a Benz it ain even have no tints
Ain't jump over brooms me and money got married
Say he run wit horses i'm flipping his carriage
Like it's 4th of July all dese fireworks i'm airing
Money screaming to me my hearing impairing
Gotta be on da business to fucc wit da 4
Cause we extort niccas like we in DeathRow
Talkin bout motion we swing like a door
But ian gon expand on sum shit dey don't know