CB Radio - Wild West Shootout lyrics

[Verse 1: CB Radio] My wish is my command I get anything I ask for sh**ting on these beats what you think I got an a** for I be going crazy like I'm cruising on a crash course Don't know where I'm going but I hope I got my pa**port Living in the future give a f** a about yesterday Last time you say hell no, but I bet that you say yes today Ain't thinking bout the past I'm just trynna write these raps I'm just trynna make it blast out the speakers as we pa** Cuz we cruising in the fast lane, never slowing down Unless we smoking that green stuff, but that we pa** around Cuz we dealing with the strugglin' the good sh** must be smuggled in I'm just trynna f** you girl I'm sick and tired of cuddlin' My eyes though the so low, three years now I'm solo First week on the market I kept tipping back the solos I be drinking anything to me its all the same Its my coping mechanism trynna deal with this pain, b**h [Verse 2: Don Juan] Some say my rhymes are narcissistic But you should get with don and you'll be sorry that you missed it Laying down rhymes its a premium verse That's worth than missing f**ing pancakes with the Bisquick It ain't the same game, played out its different I just come authenticated no forgeries or misprints Don't mess with my proximity, now you should keep your distance Cuz you may think I'm calm but I'll go hard in an instant I'll run it back cuz I'm under attack and im catching flack From the referee who's checking me back And connect to a sack and we blaze it up and repping the hat Yea the Philly fitted is on my dome just respect where its at, ugh With a little bit of gold and a pager I got hand jobs when I was a teenager Living the dream these are the glorious years And I feel your rhymes sound like the DJ f**ing with the phaser [Verse 3: J Money Mountain Man] Ay yo the reason that its treason common cold like the season And I think you might be pissed cuz your b**h finds me pleasin' But pa** that f**ing sh** I saw you creepin' I'm a punch you in the face, make you jump call it leapin' Yo you get back on the mic you see I cut you down ahead of me p**y mothaf**a used to be my homie now hes dead to me Calling money dough so you know its just like bread to me So fall down on your knees like that b**h thats giving head to me You got beef, watch me eat steak Always win a f**ing battle when I know its high stakes Crazy f**ing dreams start rapping when I wake Roll up to a party b**hes wet like I'm drake, ugh