Qweezy baby

Please say the baby, say the baby

Lobo

[Verse 1]

Now whats this West Coast dick lickin' about

I went to the West Coast (bitch), the fucken drought

Is the aftermath (you got that)

'Marina Del Rey was beautiful,... just beautiful'

Now whats this West Coast dick lickin' about

Lana Del Rey on that West Coast trip (trip, trip, trip) owww

West Coast Smoker, professional stroke uh

'I coulda died' (it was so beautiful) uh

Uh, uh; let a nigga catch his breath

'Had to get away from New York state'

Plan to revisit, nigga mad at the ref

(Fuck Eric Garnder's murderers: Sleep in peace Eric Gardner Sleep in peace)

Whats this West Coast tripp'n agh (agh agh oww)

Audemar, season order like summer fall

No wonder awe

Could hear the callin' like Autumn aww

Project Fallen Leaves, & the Autumn breeze

Can't you hear it callin, it's callin' and its callin' me

Now a nigga tripp'n (uhuhuhuhuhuh)

Now a nigga lift'n

Now a nigga vision, it feels like it's HD

Now a nigga runn'n game feel like it's HB

Now it's in my hand... (QB)

They scream out loud, 100thou in the stands (QB)

I'm bout to Hail Mary (QB, QB)

Only first down

You see only work found

Was up in the retails, don't get stuck in the details

Forreal, you can catch me chillin' like the Winter (chill)

Kill kill kill (kill, kill) as I enter

& everything in New York ain't always what it seems

New York New York, big city of dreams

But I'm down by law

& I know my way round (2-1-2)

2-1-2 2-1-2, it's never enuff

Fuck is you gon' do

The fuck is you gon' boo, 7pm Ghost Town

AU, just call that gold (79)

Nigga I'm a G, call that silver (4-7)

Picture perfect, platinum with all that filter (all that filter)

AG47

Call it platinum plus, platinum plus

AG47

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

30, 30, (Beast Coast) 30

-Feel it in the Air sample, followed by acapella-

[Verse 2]

Skill which is within

This pen, I feel it in

The air, 2 cheers for the 6-4-6 heir

I tap in my inner powers, a sinner remorse's coward

I'm kin to nobody, and M&M quotes got me

In constant battling mode

(That's nonsense) thats word to J. Battle hoe

My ammo's low, but I reload on a bish in a minute

I gets the image rip it up and scream R.I.P

& I don't give a fuxk cuz nigga when I emcee

Imma murderer, a killer

The one QWEEZii the illest

Believe me I could speak to the dead without Ouija's the illest

The chillest flows for all of my die-hards, the chillest flows

The chillest flows for all of my die-hards, the chillest whoah

Woes, one time for my woes in the city

And I don't give a fuck cuz you already know there's no pity

Know there's no pity in these lines of crack, no vaccine

(Cash Qweezii) for the pursuit of the cash C.R.E.A.M

'Cash.Rule.Everything.Around.Me'