Текст песни West End - Saint Mora

Saint
Ok, yeah I'm a west side nigga
Ask around they tell you what the deal is keep a small circle, I don't fit in
Nigga get to talking then they clip
Homie got knocked with the chop on the block, now he missing, No whiteness
Talk, but never get the plan till we finish
Never let him on my band wagon, need some distance
Got trust issues, but it's never hard feelings
Just keep giving me little tingz on my wishlist
Run me that shit like you St. Nick on Christmas
Big on the block and we riding in Tahoe's
And munchin on tacos and windows is tinted
Catch him in courts and I ain't talking tennis

Go and grab the caliber
It's underneath the comforter
He talking out the side neck side
It's consequence this man deserves

Y'all bitches think we Beverly Hills
Y'all cain't even get a visit, y'all ain't down with the real
Is it honey or it's Henny'? Niggas them popping them pills
Niggas thinking they really pimp, what a shame fake cane fake limp
Might as well call this nigga a simp
I'm offended, salty niggas, I'm allergic to shrimp
In a city where summer get hotter than hell
Cool breeze, keep your clean teeth so you niggas can stay out the jail, huh?

Tell this po' boy he got to leave me 'lone
Tell this po' boy that I'm sending him home
Start dressing yourself like we adding the kale
With the oxtails with meat that fall right off of the bone
That ain't no silver bro that is just chrome
Google that shit since you stay on your phone
I know that you spit off the top off the top of your dome
Know it all, but don't know you sit on fake throwns
And it really go down in the downtown
Big talk, when they see it they gone back down
Pacsun, Sunset getting packed out
Street-sweep, clean thieves, got 'em making rounds
On my Alameda shit when the sundown
Starboy since I do it for the globe now
Felt that in my spirit in my souls now
Bring a hoodie for Saint cause it's getting cold out

Y'all bitches think we Beverly Hills
Y'all cain't even get a visit, y'all ain't down with the real
Is it honey or it's Henny'? Niggas them popping them pills
Niggas thinking they really pimp, what a shame fake cane fake limp
Might as well call this nigga a simp
I'm offended, salty niggas, I'm allergic to shrimp
In a city where summer get hotter than hell
Cool breeze, keep your clean teeth so you niggas can stay out the jail, huh?

On my Ps and Qs, bout my paper and my planner
Now solute the Saint, need some plaster for my banner
Bang a bullseye, i be shooting for the Grammys
Hit the bull's eye, had to do it for my granny
Beat it with the bow, had to teach the boy some manners
On the west side, shit be popping like yo hands hurt
He ain't from here, why you asking all them questions
Keep a calm face, but you better get the Message

Clutch your pearls, hoe better have audacity
I run it up and I run that shit happily
Grab a seat hoe, this is academy
Swap that shit out and I ain't talking alchemy
On the west end Sunsettin'
I need a couple bad bitches and the best fiend
I get a couple cold pieces from Dresden
We melt it down, drink it up that's quenching, listen

Y'all bitches think we Beverly Hills
Y'all cain't even get a visit, y'all ain't down with the real
Is it honey or it's Henny'? Niggas them popping them pills
Niggas thinking they really pimp, what a shame fake cane fake limp
Might as well call this nigga a simp
I'm offended, salty niggas, I'm allergic to shrimp
In a city where summer get hotter than hell
Cool breeze, keep your clean teeth so you niggas can stay out the jail, huh?

Y'all bitches think we Beverly Hills
Y'all cain't even get a visit, y'all ain't down with the real
Is it honey or it's Henny'? Niggas them popping them pills
Niggas thinking they really pimp, what a shame fake cane fake limp
Might as well call this nigga a simp
I'm offended, salty niggas, I'm allergic to shrimp
In a city where summer get hotter than hell
Cool breeze, keep your clean teeth so you niggas can stay out the jail, huh?