Uh, yeah
Walk with me West Coast, yeah, uh
It's the coast to coast G on the check in
Yeah, uh, ride, ride, ride uh

If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change

You know who got the gold like the kid from 'The Last Dragon'
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'

But I fuck bitches and get money, my truck switches like
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider

If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be
If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be

If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be
If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be

C'mon you know it's G's up C O's down
If I freeze up it's kilos now
Pick trees up it's 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown

I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my V slow down
I ease up with these four pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds, I pick these up it's G code now
Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now

I'm the boss something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green that look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow and a little something that bling green

We going to blast if we going
I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum
Your grandparents has to assume
'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem, oh boy

If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be
If you ain't up on things, don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be

So my niggas they get money
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah

And all my bitches they get money
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah

It's the kid with the D O double G after blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double G's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publicaly

I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my niggas they get money
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah

And all my bitches they get money
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah