Lute, SchylerChaise - West Nine 6 lyrics
[Lute, SchylerChaise - West Nine 6 lyrics]
One for the money two for the show
My momma always told me
Put the money over hoes
You ain't riding on shit if
You ain’t shittin' on foes
They say talk is cheap so
I'ma get a few goats
A Redbo with the top out
Lamborghini dreams is 200 for the top out
Preen hand preen dust don’t make
Me bring them socks out
FC Gang you come correct or
You get sucked out
My whole team is the illest
Infectious with the flows so you
Gon' need some penicillin
Audio too yeah my niggas top billin'
We ain't focus on you lanes cause we
Too busy right into a million
With a plan to the top a crib and a yacht
A couple grands up in the knot
And I'ma die before I stop, nigga
The world's mine and everything in it
Carolina to the Bay from
DuBois to San Quentin
Everywhere I go niggas holla at me
"Keep it real, G" and my reply is
"'Til they kill me"
His nigga died for this shit so I kill beats
Keep his baby mama good so the kids eat
Keep his son off the streets
Daughter due in weeks
Damn, first daughter and he ain't never see
It’s kinda hard seeing life
When you’re six feet
Below the earth pick the hearse boy
Bucket seats
Dark tint black paint let the reaper reap
Black tux give a fuck about these bitches
Bruh but I can hate that I got
Something that these bitches love
Niggas see me the block they yell, "Lute
What up?" i throw a dub and say "what's
Up" like nigga nothin’ much
Just tryna hold it down and
Say I wish you luck appreciate it
Cause everybody in my city shady
Club promoters kinda jank, I yell
"fuck you pay me"
They say I mighta lost my fan
Base at the jet lounge
Well, please tell me why
Your bitch played me, daily
Real nigga shit is never fading
They say I'm crazy, I'd rather be that
This super lame, boy you crazy
They think that it's all about the fam
Fuck your chain
Real niggas out there making names, so I aim
Straight to the top of the motherfuckin’ game
Hol' up nigga wait raise
Your motherfuckin' hands
She said, "Wind that back
We gon' play that shit again"
Coming straight up out that westside
(Westside)
Coming straight up out that westside
(Westside)
Coming straight up out that westside
Last time you heard It like this, west 1996
My momma always told me
Put the money over hoes
You ain't riding on shit if
You ain’t shittin' on foes
They say talk is cheap so
I'ma get a few goats
A Redbo with the top out
Lamborghini dreams is 200 for the top out
Preen hand preen dust don’t make
Me bring them socks out
FC Gang you come correct or
You get sucked out
My whole team is the illest
Infectious with the flows so you
Gon' need some penicillin
Audio too yeah my niggas top billin'
We ain't focus on you lanes cause we
Too busy right into a million
With a plan to the top a crib and a yacht
A couple grands up in the knot
And I'ma die before I stop, nigga
The world's mine and everything in it
Carolina to the Bay from
DuBois to San Quentin
Everywhere I go niggas holla at me
"Keep it real, G" and my reply is
"'Til they kill me"
His nigga died for this shit so I kill beats
Keep his baby mama good so the kids eat
Keep his son off the streets
Daughter due in weeks
Damn, first daughter and he ain't never see
It’s kinda hard seeing life
When you’re six feet
Below the earth pick the hearse boy
Bucket seats
Dark tint black paint let the reaper reap
Black tux give a fuck about these bitches
Bruh but I can hate that I got
Something that these bitches love
Niggas see me the block they yell, "Lute
What up?" i throw a dub and say "what's
Up" like nigga nothin’ much
Just tryna hold it down and
Say I wish you luck appreciate it
Cause everybody in my city shady
Club promoters kinda jank, I yell
"fuck you pay me"
They say I mighta lost my fan
Base at the jet lounge
Well, please tell me why
Your bitch played me, daily
Real nigga shit is never fading
They say I'm crazy, I'd rather be that
This super lame, boy you crazy
They think that it's all about the fam
Fuck your chain
Real niggas out there making names, so I aim
Straight to the top of the motherfuckin’ game
Hol' up nigga wait raise
Your motherfuckin' hands
She said, "Wind that back
We gon' play that shit again"
Coming straight up out that westside
(Westside)
Coming straight up out that westside
(Westside)
Coming straight up out that westside
Last time you heard It like this, west 1996