
Westbrook
hip hop, trap, slap r&b, tribal, slam, bounce, march

Westbrook
hip hop, trap, slap r&b, tribal, slam, bounce, march
Lyrics
Wooah – One day, you gotta die
So, it's about me or the cops outside
So I'm better than these guys
It's lies that they're weaving
On BK high and I'm New York maintenance
See im here again/ on Excedrin/ yeah that's the medicine/
That make me hype until I settle in – tell a friend
Never mind, that's irrelevant. Just let him in.
I turn from an A to Z when them letters spin
I'm skating and popping Ollie's up on the dolly
Gotta squad yeah that be probably
polly popping off thotties sharing Molly
got a four five Tommy right behind me
The whole block hot, just like Wasabi
I was Westbrook carry Thunders like a wonder see
There was never shade
But I had to be the one to see
Keep it so they never wanna preach
so I had to sleep
everybody want to rock a baby but I had to eat
Taking dudes red and flip that
do something with that.
this is like to get back,
so sit back
I only use the
shotty politely
I said nicely
I'll be striking
like lightning
...(frightening?)
He smokey – he hasty
pass it don't face it
You know, I'm your bro
so if I hit it; I'm sanctioned
wait..hold up--
What you talkin bout bitch?
I'll pull up like brrrra
They just talking hot
but just talking Ra Ra
outro
I'll pull up like brrrra
They just talking hot
but just talking Ra Ra
