Lyrics to West Coast On The East Coast
Number one rule; good butter sell its fuckin' self
I can't trust a soul, I can't even trust my fuckin' self
Live [?] juggin', and they flyin' off the fuckin' shelf
Stack them hoes up and they taller than a fuckin' [?]
Listen, bitch, this dick ain't finna suck itself
I'm an advocate for mental health but you can kill yourself
Suicidal, losin' vitals, I can't help myself
I love the pain, I love the pressure from the fuckin' belt
Wrapped around my arms, got me waitin' for my face to melt
Labels gettin' mad, tryna put me on the shelf
'Cause I didn't connect the pen to paper on these [?] deals
And somehow still managed to get my momma half a mill'
I can't trust a soul, I can't even trust my fuckin' self
Live [?] juggin', and they flyin' off the fuckin' shelf
Stack them hoes up and they taller than a fuckin' [?]
Listen, bitch, this dick ain't finna suck itself
I'm an advocate for mental health but you can kill yourself
Suicidal, losin' vitals, I can't help myself
I love the pain, I love the pressure from the fuckin' belt
Wrapped around my arms, got me waitin' for my face to melt
Labels gettin' mad, tryna put me on the shelf
'Cause I didn't connect the pen to paper on these [?] deals
And somehow still managed to get my momma half a mill'
