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mustard - west coast shit (original) lyrics

[intro: pop smoke]
(bongo bytheway)
(mustard on the beat, ho) look

[chorus: pop smoke & quavo]
pop smoke, i’m on some west coast sh+t (pop smoke)
in new york, i got a west coast b+tch (west coast)
huncho on that west coast sh+t (woo)
left wrist, both wrists and some bricks (woo)
if the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (rah)
somebody call batman, i’m robbin’ (brrt)
i got ’em, smoke, i pop ’em
put the b+tch on prada and now she proper (quavo)

[verse 1: quavo]
west side, north side, yessir (yessir)
east side, south side, let’s go to work (go to work)
right hand in the air, let’s pop a perc’ (pop a perc’)
new coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt (skrrt)
she came in last placе, she can get a shirt (get a shirt)
if shе go to first place, baby get a purse (purse)
cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse (whip it)
dead man in the he+rs+ when the gang purge (uh)
500k on the wrist (ice), look at me scorin’ your b+tch (woo)
my diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fish (woo)
i catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit (uh)
i can’t get caught in the mix
i make a hit, i can’t miss (hit)
[chorus: pop smoke & quavo]
pop smoke, i’m on some west coast sh+t (pop smoke)
in new york, i got a west coast b+tch (west coast)
huncho on that west coast sh+t (woo)
left wrist, both wrists and some bricks (woo)
if the opps is in the spot, red dot ’em (rah)
somebody call batman, i’m robbin’ (brrt)
i got ’em, smoke, i pop ’em
put the b+tch on prada and now she proper

[verse 2: pop smoke]
christian louboutins like i stepped in pasta
but i’ll still steam his ass, hot grabba
i’m in that new dior, quay in that prada
don’t get it confused, i’ll drop him
four door n+ggas ridin’ strap, get straight hacked to the back
we don’t play disrespect, real talk this not just rap
gang ties in my tat, .22’s in the shed
shotgun in my bag, knock off a n+gga dreads
thirty+six karats on my wrist
that mean there’s thirty+six karats on my b+tch (woo)
sh+t, how virgil got me drippin’
and it’s straight from the faucet in the kitchen

- mustard lyrics

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