Lyrics

See on the mics we some monsters, chupacabras off the
Booze and Ganja we stupid proper, ugh
We On Tilt so excuse the posture plus we
Ill fo real we can use a doctor
Ayye
Somebody gunna text the ER
Please, who you know catchin wreck like we are
We've been rhyming since Manny was big timing
But those labels ain't signing so
Fuck it I'm Lyft Drivin… Hugh!
That's getn money on the side got a
Show in LA going dummy on the 5 Lets
Ride, sideways ducking CHP in the
Whip getting lit bumping E A Ski Its me
From the West coast On Tilt
On the west coast
Ohh
You know its for the West Coast
On Tilt on the west coast
Ohh
You know we from the West Coast
On Tilt on the west coast
Ohh
You know its for the West Coast
On Tilt on the west coast
I Kicks it in the West, you know where I
Rest… In the Big 6 5th Dodge Dart with a slant 6th
You wanna kill cups turning On Tilt up
Then roll through and me and you can smoke a doob
Last week she was feenin for the dank weed
What you need is to strike to the Bank freak
Then we can make the exchange like a fair trade
She hit it once and got stuck till her hair grey
Whats up with Yall nothin really lettin brew crack
Stoned again off that Afghan Goo sack
She started reaching, thinking she can handle it
Flick a Bic baby girl keep the candle lit
Written by: Frank Marion Green, On Tilt
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