West Coast Need Me Freestyle

[Beat 1]

Look, Game come through the club with the Fetty Glock, yeah, yeah

I want my Fetty, knockin' everybody in the club, gettin' free, ready rock, yeah

Ay, you know what ready rock is?

Yeah, that's what steady rock biz

That's naked chicks cookin' in the kitchen

Naked chicks listenin' to Kendrick, yeah

They got the Dre beats pill with the character

And the Dre beats pill was sittin' in the character mouth

And that's the West Side to the South

You know what I'm about, P-I-R-U

And I do it for my troops

Not true religions 'cause we still rockin' Levi's

Everybody know I'm from West Side, Compton

Grew up rocking knee highs

Runnin' 'round the corner, yeah

Some like formula

So, I came through with the phone call with Ferrari

Somebody introduce me to Bvlgari

Went down to Beverly hills, knocked down Stephanie Mills

Then I start fuckin' with Tameka

Then she introduced me to Enrica

Then Enrica introduced me to Indigo

Then my baby mama said, "Boy, you a hoe!"

I said, "My bad, I love you doe."

Fetty Wap voice, boy gettin' guap

Knots to my sock, knots to my pants, so many knots to me I don't know how to dance

Still do the nae nae

Oh, here we come, switched the beat up on me

You think you sweet, you think gon' switch the beat up and I ain't gon' know how to rap doe

[Beat 2]

Ayo, RIP to Nate Dogg, RIP to Eazy

Everything I do in Compton is straight greasy

I ain't stop rappin' 'cause the West Coast need me

They got Kendrick and YG and that's easy!

Eric Wright doe, yeah, yeah, in my Nike's though

I told y'all I like to doe doe

Yeah, but I hit you with the fo' fo'

Run up on my car, you will die for nothing

Over my kids, boy, I ain't bluffin'

I ain't fuckin' wit' you niggas

I ain't fuckin' wit' you bitches

Wait 'til I catch up to that boy, Stitches

I ain't playin' doe

Boy think I'm fuckin' with the [?] doe

Yeah, 10 years, I ain't never got killed

Or how else would I be freestylin' still?

I'm on Power 106 doe

Yeah, I'm in the retro

Car full of beasto

Yeah, I'm in the bistro

Eatin' on Linguine and don't even know what it is

Everything for my kids

You know I don't give a fuck, everything I do is Justin Credible, Eric Deluxe

And I'm not through freestylin'

Game get up on the thing, straight wilding

In my Honda Accord-a, ridin' with sinora

Boy fuck interns, boy let the chronic burn

That's they car but I come through in the Cutlass with AR

And I might come through with Bango

He said, "Baby girl, you're so damn fine though."

Don't even mind though

I just got five bricks from my homie Mando

[Beat 3]

Frasco, best dressed though

I got a Polo on my vest doe

You know I represent the West doe

You know I'm turnt

Ask my mama, she gon' say, "That boy burnt!"

Yeah, ask my grand mama, she gon' say, "God bless his soul in his pajamas."

But my pajamas is Polo, catch me on the South Beach, or down in SoHo

I told y'all about 60 minutes ago boy still do the trickin'

I'll be all down in Beverly Hills and then when I'm hungry

I go to Roscoe's, Finga Licking

Chicken, KFC, C-P-T, N-A-T-E D-O double G, then Snoop in the Coupe

Y'all wanna fuck with me

'Cause I come through with the homie Kendrick, YG

Can't forget Nipsey, can't forget Glasses, can't forget Steam

Everybody on they asses

Nobody even want it 'cause the West Coast aftermath

That stands for acid

Jay just stopped to Compton, YG said it's Bompton

I think I'm kinda confused, no matter how you do it, dawg, everybody lose

Power 106 doe, you know I'm goin' rich road

You know how the chick go

She give me head way lolo on my 6 4