Monster - AG47 lyrics

Qweezy baby Please say the baby, say the baby Lobo [Verse 1] Now whats this West Coast dick lickin' about I went to the West Coast (b**h), the f**en drought Is the aftermath (you got that) 'Marina Del Rey was beautiful,... just beautiful' Now whats this West Coast dick lickin' about Lana Del Rey on that West Coast trip (trip, trip, trip) owww West Coast Smoker, professional stroke uh 'I coulda died' (it was so beautiful) uh Uh, uh; let a n***a catch his breath 'Had to get away from New York state' Plan to revisit, n***a mad at the ref (f** Eric Garnder's murderers: Sleep in peace Eric Gardner Sleep in peace) Whats this West Coast tripp'n agh (agh agh oww) Audemar, season order like summer fall No wonder awe Could hear the callin' like Autumn aww Project Fallen Leaves, & the Autumn breeze Can't you hear it callin, it's callin' and its callin' me Now a n***a tripp'n (uhuhuhuhuhuh) Now a n***a lift'n Now a n***a vision, it feels like it's HD Now a n***a runn'n game feel like it's HB Now it's in my hand... (QB) They scream out loud, 100thou in the stands (QB) I'm bout to Hail Mary (QB, QB) Only first down You see only work found Was up in the retails, don't get stuck in the details Forreal, you can catch me chillin' like the Winter (chill) k** k** k** (k**, k**) as I enter & everything in New York ain't always what it seems New York New York, big city of dreams But I'm down by law & I know my way round (2-1-2) 2-1-2 2-1-2, it's never enuff f** is you gon' do The f** is you gon' boo, 7pm Ghost Town AU, just call that gold (79) n***a I'm a G, call that silver (4-7) Picture perfect, platinum with all that filter (all that filter) AG47 Call it platinum plus, platinum plus AG47 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 30, 30, (Beast Coast) 30 -Feel it in the Air sample, followed by acapella- [Verse 2] Sk** which is within This pen, I feel it in The air, 2 cheers for the 6-4-6 heir I tap in my inner powers, a sinner remorse's coward I'm kin to nobody, and M&M quotes got me In constant battling mode (That's nonsense) thats word to J. Battle hoe My ammo's low, but I reload on a bish in a minute I gets the image rip it up and scream R.I.P & I don't give a fuxk cuz n***a when I emcee Imma murderer, a k**er The one QWEEZii the illest Believe me I could speak to the dead without Ouija's the illest The chillest flows for all of my die-hards, the chillest flows The chillest flows for all of my die-hards, the chillest whoah Woes, one time for my woes in the city And I don't give a f** cuz you already know there's no pity Know there's no pity in these lines of crack, no vaccine (Cash Qweezii) for the pursuit of the cash C.R.E.A.M 'Cash.Rule.Everything.Around.Me'