Nick Mira - W57GOD lyrics

[Hook] WESTFIVESEVEN on the come up x8 [Verse 1] And I admit it I admit it, I'm only ever sober like a minute Rolling backwood after backwood after backwood after back til the pack finished And I admit I admit it, a n***a f**ed around and got addictive It's just something bout when I come through smelling like the whole pound and I'm smoking with ya b**hes First, n***a hand over them digits, you know I'm only in it for the riches Made a whole ounce bounce in 4 quarters only took me 4 hours should playing for the Sixers Nerlens Noel shut the rim down, shut the block down, sh** above the rim now That mean once a n***a winning, gotta watch the bleachers Cuz hating n***as on the bench'll sub in with them heaters And they'll hate you over paper or a pair of sneakers sh** n***as hate you over Snapple's and a slice of pizza Papi store money still hurt a n***a feelings You tryna buy ya blunts with nickels man I know the feeling Never had nothing, $1500 like a million No whip so the hoopty sliding like the Bentley WEST FIVE, got my n***as yelling out the 7 Join the umbrella or get wet, boy I'm Mr. Bentley Missed the Bentley though, was dirty black grand prix's And no vixens, just west side ratchet b**hes bu*taface but the a** sitting on Deelishis So real n***as still hitting WESTFIVESEVEN young Cloudy on a mission White rhino with the AK then we mixed it Ounce of white Russian started buzzing then I flipped it Trees all over five seven like it's Christmas Got the scale sitting on the counter by the dishes Ripping corners off the sandwich bags in the kitchen Sipping Aquafina while my n***a Illa twisting Mama right beside me front the stove and she whipping She ain't cooking crack but she really cooking chickens They just freed my cousin said that he was cooking chickens Damn near 15 years in the system Came right back like he was gone 5 minutes WEST FIVE... [Hook] [Outro]