[Chorus: Na'kel Smith]

Down Western Ave, do my dash (Skrrt)

With my car too fast (Yeah)

Swerved in your lane, your bad (Uh huh)

All my bitches too bad (Woo)

Wise nigga like my dad (Yeah)

Wild nigga like my dad (Real talk)

All I know is get bags (Yeah)

Makin' more than your dad (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Na'kel Smith]

I don't even pop tabs no more, I'm too past that

Niggas love to trip until bro hit him with the pass back

If lil bro hit you on the Ds, then you ain't get no cash back

Fresh up off a kit, how could I be any less than that

Free bro out the bean, but I'm glad we got my cousin back

RIP AJ, it's fucked up that he had to go through that

Gotta tap back in with family, I'm a bum for that

Too worried where the money at, I'm too smooth to run at that

Too cool with fans to say I hi-hat, how I react

Like Flatbed, I freestyle, thеn I go 'head, then run it back

[Chorus: Na'kel Smith]

Down Westеrn Ave, do my dash

With my car too fast

Swerved in your lane, your bad

All my bitches too bad

Wise nigga like my dad

Wild nigga like my dad

All I know is get bags

Makin' more than your dad

[Post-Chorus]

Vivica, ain't you been listening baby?

Just try, for me

Okay, uh

Come on

Baby, I wanna—

[Verse 2: Sideshow]

I'm round you way more than you is, like who is you nigga?

I told Akh it's time to build, so he brought the tool with him

Rae snitched for less time, took the whole crew with him

My lil brother heart cold, said he want him deceased

I done did too much dirt to be out here preachin'

Had to leave him right there, he was out here reachin'

Lay him down, it's an offensive foul, fuck your defense

Shot him close range, man flew from locker room to the bleachers

And I can't fuck no gringo señoritas

I only love Keishas, Vivicas and them Ninas

I got my home girl to set him up, he think with his penis

I ain't the smartest young nigga, but in these streets I'm a genius

To his shorty, he be actin' hard, that shit is a pretense

Why these men love to pretend

Had to greet him with my left, my right is my brief hand

Nigga

[Outro: Dusty Loc]

That's how we feel

We die, it's like we 'gon kill one of them

Mhm, mhm

One of them die, 'cause they down for it

They'll get took out

And then guess what happens after one of them die

They come back

Right

And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more

Until everybody just drop it

But ain't nobody 'gon drop it