West Coast **** (Explicit) - Pop Smoke/Tyga/Quavo

Lyrics by：Bashar Jackson/Michael Stevenson/Quavious Marshall

Composed by：Dijon McFarlane/Uforo Ebong/Bashar Jackson/Michael Stevenson/Quavious Marshall

Pop Smoke：

Bongo ByTheWay

Mustard on the beat ho

Look

Pop Smoke/Quavo：

Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t

Pop Smoke

In New York I got a west coast b***h

West coast

Huncho on that west coast s**t

Woo

Left wrist both wrists and some bricks

Woo

If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em

Rah

Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'

Brrt

I got 'em smoke I pop 'em

Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper

Tyga：

T-Raww I'm on some west coast s**t

Business

LaFeezy live on the Sunset Strip

Yah T-Raw

Today was a good day fly as a blimp

Aight ah ah

I just booked a round trip

I don't argue with the b***h

No

And my Spanish b***h talk spicy with the lips

When the car worth a M

You don't gotta touch the rim

Don't ask me the price cost an arm leg and limb

Yah Ayy

When you in the light n***as wanna steer you dim

Bit'

Where you get that from n***as gotta say it's him

Wunna copied my flow I switch this s**t again

N***as ain't put the work they don't celebrate the win

When you was ballin' with your b***h

I was shootin' in the gym motherf**ker ah

Pop Smoke/Quavo：

Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t

Pop Smoke

In New York I got a west coast b***h

West coast

Huncho on that west coast s**t

Woo

Left wrist both wrists and some bricks

Woo

If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em

Rah

Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'

Brrt

I got 'em smoke I pop 'em

Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper

Pop Smoke：

Christian Louboutins like I set the pasta

But I'll still steam his a*s I'll grab him

I'm in that new Dior Quay in that Prada

Don't get it confused I'll drop him

Four door n***as ridin' strap get straight

Hacked to the back

We don't play disrespect real talk this not just rap

Gang ties in my tat .22's in the shed

Shotgun in my bag knock off a n***a dreads

Thirty-six karats on my wrist

That mean there's thirty-six karats on my b***h

Woo

S**t how Virgil got me drippin'

And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen

Pop Smoke/Quavo：

Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t

Pop Smoke

In New York I got a west coast b***h

West coast

Huncho on that west coast s**t

Woo

Left wrist both wrists and some bricks

Woo

If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em

Rah

Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'

Brrt

I got 'em smoke I pop 'em

Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper

Quavo

Quavo：

West side North side yessir

Yessir

East side south side let's go to work

Go to work

Right hand in the air let's pop a Perc'

Pop a Perc'

New coupe off the lot skrrt in the dirt

Skrrt

She came in last place she can get a shirt

Get a shirt

If she go to first place baby get a purse

Purse

Cook it in the left hand whip it in reverse

Whip it

Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge

Uh

500K on the wrist

Ice

Look at me scorin' your b***h

Woo

My diamonds close and

They kiss the skelly came with a fish

Woo

I catch a playoff assist now watch it jump out the pit

Uh

I can't get caught in the mix

I make a hit I can't miss

Hit

Pop Smoke/Quavo：

Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t

Pop Smoke

In New York I got a west coast b***h

West coast

Huncho on that west coast s**t

Woo

Left wrist both wrists and some bricks

Woo

If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em

Rah

Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'

Brrt

I got 'em smoke I pop 'em

Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper