West Coast Flow Remix by Retro JB Lyrics
Intro (Retro JB) We Going Crazy, We Up On The Remix , N*gga Talking Tough Then I get a n*gga Teeth Hit!!!
(Retro JB): Ten minus four I’m sending out six shots
You know me I ain’t chasing no sick thots
N*gga still shine but I don’t wear a wristwatch
She gotta new care and she finna take the tints off
Just like a janitor I carry big mops
N*gga can’t rap so N*gga stop with your Hip Hop
It Must be a army I’m sending a blitz off
Next n*gga play in the field he gon get popped
Verse 2 (MØØNXHILD222 & Sir Sanny): Get Popped, Revolver Hold Six Shots, Told The Lil B*tch from the back gimme good top & Good WAP, Yeah I’m finna G Walk, On Yo Block , Run Ricky Run how a n*gga got popped, Yeah I need the Gas need the Ziploc
Shawty Wanna F*ck I just want thе Top, Money Keep Coming In Gotta Count up the Guap, *why you always coming b*tch* B*tch you bettеr f*cking Stop, Talking That Sh*t but yo ass just got dropped, When She Hop on that d*ck better do a bunny hop, Ion f*ck with y’all n*ggas y’all n*ggas some cops, Ion Keep A Mac b*tch I keep a f*cking Glock
Verse 3: (Retro JB): Stop Lying lemme know what the truth be, Chopper kicking shii like it’s Bruce Lee, Ion Smoke Weed that make me a loose leaf, Caught him Outside & I hit him with a two piece
She got boring so I had to cut a b*tch off, I keep a rocket so you know I gotta lift off, n*gga beefing bout a b*tch I was pissed off
This chopper make a n*gga dance do the crip walk
Verse 4: Sativa Slimerich) Ima die for respect p*ssy boy you ain’t with it, Said you want smoke I’m finna get to killing, Getting in trouble with them Lions & Gorillas, Say You want smoke ima real ass killer, Smoking on the pressure pack smoking on the cookies, Say you want smoke I’m finna have to cook ya, Put him in a bagel put him in a kitchen, Dope Rocking b*tch you know you really did it, Hanging with the gems hanging with them Critens, Throwing up the fours but I won’t tote a forty b*tch, She wanna take that d*ck she a sporty b*tch, Not playing Madden finna send a blitz
Chorus: (Retro JB): Ten minus four I’m sending out six shots
You know me I ain’t chasing no sick thots
N*gga still shine but I don’t wear a wristwatch
She gotta new care and she finna take the tints off
(Retro JB): Ten minus four I’m sending out six shots
You know me I ain’t chasing no sick thots
N*gga still shine but I don’t wear a wristwatch
She gotta new care and she finna take the tints off
Just like a janitor I carry big mops
N*gga can’t rap so N*gga stop with your Hip Hop
It Must be a army I’m sending a blitz off
Next n*gga play in the field he gon get popped
Verse 2 (MØØNXHILD222 & Sir Sanny): Get Popped, Revolver Hold Six Shots, Told The Lil B*tch from the back gimme good top & Good WAP, Yeah I’m finna G Walk, On Yo Block , Run Ricky Run how a n*gga got popped, Yeah I need the Gas need the Ziploc
Shawty Wanna F*ck I just want thе Top, Money Keep Coming In Gotta Count up the Guap, *why you always coming b*tch* B*tch you bettеr f*cking Stop, Talking That Sh*t but yo ass just got dropped, When She Hop on that d*ck better do a bunny hop, Ion f*ck with y’all n*ggas y’all n*ggas some cops, Ion Keep A Mac b*tch I keep a f*cking Glock
Verse 3: (Retro JB): Stop Lying lemme know what the truth be, Chopper kicking shii like it’s Bruce Lee, Ion Smoke Weed that make me a loose leaf, Caught him Outside & I hit him with a two piece
She got boring so I had to cut a b*tch off, I keep a rocket so you know I gotta lift off, n*gga beefing bout a b*tch I was pissed off
This chopper make a n*gga dance do the crip walk
Verse 4: Sativa Slimerich) Ima die for respect p*ssy boy you ain’t with it, Said you want smoke I’m finna get to killing, Getting in trouble with them Lions & Gorillas, Say You want smoke ima real ass killer, Smoking on the pressure pack smoking on the cookies, Say you want smoke I’m finna have to cook ya, Put him in a bagel put him in a kitchen, Dope Rocking b*tch you know you really did it, Hanging with the gems hanging with them Critens, Throwing up the fours but I won’t tote a forty b*tch, She wanna take that d*ck she a sporty b*tch, Not playing Madden finna send a blitz
Chorus: (Retro JB): Ten minus four I’m sending out six shots
You know me I ain’t chasing no sick thots
N*gga still shine but I don’t wear a wristwatch
She gotta new care and she finna take the tints off