Villz - Westwood J Hus Crib Session lyrics

(Verse 1: Villz) (Instrumental - PINERO Beats: Overdose) Putting in that work didn't cost nothin' So even when I'm low, I still got grub in Baggin' two Z's, you are not shottin' What I'm spending on petty was mans profit Can't get my number, whole box punched up There's a few days over the week How them n***as talk my name from I don't know They're from street If it weren't for jail, I'd be in a whole different league fam Lord knows I'll deal with that problem in time Don't ask man, but try and know Wanna get them things darg price no If Chrome was there today blud, he'd be saying that I'm next A couple real n***as, I don't give a f** about the rest Don't give a f** about the ends I ain't here to rep it, Chromes real to the d**h I can't say a word to feds In (2)010 I had about 30 different friends And when your sister needed somethin' I'm the only one she checks Sling your work, you could put a box on it Until the jakes slang me in a sweaty, all hot and sh** I'll grind hard and put the pressure on the strip I ain't missin' any hits It's already been a bad week Everytin' tax free, get it on the backstreets My life's been a mad dream, now n***as wanna act me They'll find me on Twitter, they light up a n***a Fam it's only gettin' triller I swear I ain't lettin' trap down Best rapper hands down, half box smashed up Groundin' your half ounce Better put them grams down Always been hands on Better get your facts right You've never lived that life Real trapper but I'll make a - Bag on a bad night Where did that food go Now I'm on a blue phone Look after the trap line Tellin' P bangin' 'till the reloads done f** your fake knife on my reload grub Should of been rich but I need more plugs End of the day, them man are 3 bills up And cuz they got Giuseppes they were equal cuz Go and ask Price what the Weeknd does I'll never cut you off if you're my people cuz Wonder you'll grow so I'll keep man on It's been a mad 5 years, but I keep on strong A few man life, but I'm happy they're alive I look into your sisters eyes, all I see is you I give respect to your wifey, I really do Cah she's the only other person that's real as you Fam I'm still puttin' in that leg work (???) had to hand in, every cats gettin' fed first f** a midday trapper, I been a wake rapper You man are posted on a corner Fam I had a corner, pedal-bike, no brakes Krept but I worn out Me and (???) asked Rave, the strips on sauna The trap life's lonely, so don't get caught up In and out the movies with your brothers like Warner sh** got hard still Fam I know I'm 'bout to s** man for 4 bills Now I can't believe I'm stuck doin' oatmeal Just the other day I was out doin' road deals Everyone so real, but who am I stressin'? I been stretchin' money, f** your Warm Up Session Food got kept in Heavy (???) and a G-Pack's what I left with It could'be been less then The (???) would probably think it's unrealistic Go put that graft in Darg you can get there The shoes can't step here This life that I'm livin', I can't blame it on the system I ain't like them little n***as Nah it's all on me I was told "make money" went, all on green Told them man "you wanna sign somethin'? Call on me." Put a (???) on the (???) but it, all got peak Ask the mandem if I write this, real-a** speech This the trillest music I think Chrome's the one that showed me how to really do this A born hustler, but sh** still f**ed up That you're sleepin' in a grave It's beat another case, if I be sleepin' in the cage Cuz it's the same day today, goin' hand-to-hand And mummy knows I never stole a penny at a bank I go out and grind for that There's the reason why the J's were nothin' that I pad Every other week it was peak, but she had my back Ahh I'm stuck on this cake grind, in and out the backies n***as comin' out the alley But I'm lookin' out for squally Then I'm rally it with my baddy Every day can be a scatty But it's back up in the Majjies Place you don't wanna feel My n***a S; 15 years, I can't get a pill BMV; 8 years strong, and Stiff done a deal Me and Price on a cup Nine gettin' cruck We'll probably be up them mans, line in a month Nobody don't care for man, bangin' for your block or somethin' drop You'll get life, and I swear you won't hear from man That's just how it goes in the streets This is the roads and it's peak Cah I don't know how they're livin' I'm having dreams and nightmares about Chrome I swear down on that day, I wish I was alone It's f**ed up, he won't even see my girl grow And what hurts me, is I don't even think my girl knows I'm still out here, livin' explicit, so it's so real So I ain't gettin' no deal I'm talkin' of opening boxes, "No deal" I just burst 61 shots and done no deals I'm still out for the loot Got a 24 pack of Red Bulls in my boot Your phone be on mute Plus I spit it how I live it fam it's true hunger Firin', and out here and gave my mum a new number Patience to keep, price of that soux jumper I made a k**in' off the ends I'm still with the same dons from when they banged me for the "shhh" Half a brick work Fam I lick yout a needle, rollin' tens I'm on a curb side Them man up in Twitter makin' friends Oiiiii