[Intro]

I'm on the way

Beatboy taught me

[Hook]

Look, I’m high right now, I don’t feel like no function

I’m tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit something

I just got paid, wait, that’s every day shit

I say come through, no hesitation

She say she on the way

She on the way [x8]

[Verse 1 : Oktane]

Look, I don’t hit the club if I don’t want to

Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come through

Ain’t no kicking it when they get here, nigga this ain’t kung fu

And tell her friend if she act right, then she can come too

I remember when them women told me

They gon make me work for it

So I hit the studio, and I worked for it

Now I hit the club with all my bros, and she twerk for it

Probably cause a young nigga been working boy

Got to get it, can a nigga preach?

I hop out that pulpit

You date a lame nigga girl, stop with that bullshit

Your girls knew it, you sound stupid, it’s that new shit

Pass me a doobie, you be acting up and ain’t in no movies

But the best thing a woman can have is her shit together

And if she does baby that’s perfect, let’s get together

And I sound like the recipe, upgrade her if she next to me

I break her back and smack it just for testing me girl, look

[Hook]

[Verse 2 : Pricetag]

Alright, now point me to a thick bad bitch

That ain’t heard of price

I’m smoking weed and losing weight, I call that herbal life

Hit the homies on the text like what’s the word tonight

Where the [?] in the burbs tonight

Where the hoes that’s tryna get served tonight

Don’t stop, get it ho

Second street pimp bitch, call me Deuce Bigalow

And if I said I love you, I was probably playing

Till I come through and baby pull up like she potty training

I’m an IE nigga, got a bitch in Pomona

Come through and bust it open any time that I want it

She hit me like you need something babe

I’m right round the corner

Said girl, pick me up some blunts and a cold Arizona

I’ll throw that ass in a coma, kush blunts my aroma

I don’t fuck with the club, I be at home, I’m a loner

Best believe if you hear me, I been burning down something

Real west side nigga, I ain’t turning down nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Pricetag and Oktane]

[Pricetag]

I was 17 years old when we made the world do a dance

But if I don’t fuck with you now then I never knew you

Man you beat your chance, you hear these raps?

Whoo, too advanced, mister execute a plan

Hold your gat, move your hand

I don’t fuck with fake real niggas

Do a crime, snitch, and probably take a deal nigga

[Oktane]

Sit your ass down, nah you can’t blaze and chill with us

West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya

I’m higher than the tip top of a roller coaster

The coast supposed to take over the game

You know it’s over

And then I see your girl, she yawning

Then I know she want it

The world knowing bout them young niggas from California

Brobro keep it going

[Pricetag]

If they ain’t know, it be the boy

The boy, the youngin, be the kid

This shit feeling like chronic 2000 and 26

I’m the nigga you can hit, any time or any day boy

If you talking bout that pay then you know bitch up on the way

[Oktane]

Let’s go, you know I do this shit for the town, you understand

The family the only people around, you understand

I keep it G like it’s at least 1000 on the man

Y’all boys just hundreds, we up in the CLS

500, we was riding nigga, bumping this

Price said

[Pricetag]

Oktane do not know who they fucking with

If I ain’t know the hand it’s coming from then I ain’t trust it

Spent my last on this gold chain, and I ain’t tucking shit

I’m finna shine on em, watch a nigga shine on em

Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on em

Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em

If they ain’t talking money I don’t waste my time on em

On the way