[ Featuring Slimm Kutta ]
You better watch your Mouth in the southwest My niggas ride the town Ready to blow out
Chest And they ain't F*ckin' with no softies, Only
Boss chiefs Catch me Slidin' down Golf Links, Extra flossy
You don't want me, man This is Stash City When Niggas draw down them Blasts and keep
Them bails hid away And learn to blast cities, nigga This the
Tuc, calico tucked A to K And A mini-fourteen in The Trunk
Propane for the punks, ya Boy spit gas Off top get My guap, that mean I get Cash
Got dope in the stash Spot, get it in the dash ma
Rock holiday my nigga, I'm the one they ask bout
We be gurpin', pullin' on Yurpel' Purp from the Turf
Blowin' out circles, Strap In' my bows Hangin' low On gator toes
Who that talkin', while u Walking if it ain't doe
They say that nigga the Truth Come through, Drop, missin' the roof
I'm livin' proof of a Monster spittin' shit in The booth
Sittin' in the coupe with a Bitch that be givin' me Loot
She pay me right every Night like I'm missin' a Tooth
I live my life way Different than you Cause You're all corn and if we Was warin
YOU can't l have you Cleaned up By tomorrow Morning You can't rap, all your Songs are borin
I'm the future, doin Donuts In a DeLorean on Floren
I'm a blockhead, that pop Lead, and got bread
WHAT you niggas Thought The west gon' stop cause Pop dead
Nigga not smigg, we just Begun I was rockin', Bathin' apes niggas
When you thought they Was some remix ones
It ain't easy bein' me, Nigga I'm cash F*ck Beatin' around the bush, Get to the point
Like Nash I burn like ash, You lame styles I cough And laugh
You mad at me cause you Was raised by a fag off in Drag
I'm in Tucson, where it's Hot like there's 2 suns
See the A on the Mountain, dog, you in Tucson Keep two guns Cause we armed and Ready
The whips is sherry, the Team stay calm and Deadly
Southwest Arizona to T.U.C Grab a grape swisha And fill my lungs with T.H.C
Replace me, not in this Lifetime Who wanna be a Millionaire
I'ma use all of my Lifelines My life a crime, Niggas much different From yours
Get my weed from my S.A. off the back of a Horse
You hatin' of course, you Soft niggas made out of Play-Doh
I f*ck with real niggas From Arizona to the day Go
Young niggas in a fast Lane from Arizona to Dago
We gettin' pesos, tell lil' Mama bin aqui She walk Funny cause her ass Stuffed With the D
She took a trip from Arizona to AK While I'm Leanin' in a coupe
Headed to the ground, Paper bag I make a day, Bad taste it with no F*ckin
Mind Show you how the West was run
Cowboys revolve a gun On my hip like a belt or Somethin
They wanna see me on The shelf Hold on, I'm Comin
And if it ain't about Money Get away from me, cousin
I got a click of head Bustin' They all gon' shoot
And when it come to this Rap shit I'm a limo
And your ass is grass I Rep the wild, wild Southwest
Like Fetty and Cash Come Short on my Fetty or Cash
You feel the heat from the Mag, nigga
We got five D-Boys With D-Boy spits
I mean five D-Boys Gettin' G-Stack chip
Cocky as f*ck But I act Like I'm rich
If it's not about rappin' Then it's all on a bitch
Middle fingers up For Anybody that snitch
For all of my goons We Gon' air out the room
All of us together Make a Tuc town platoon
Self-made, money-hungry A collab full of doom
Like C-Bo I get money by The ton
And now they got your Boy on federal bond
Nigga, Think They know Somethin' About these Tuc town Pounds
OR mad cause I'm in the Lab makin' tough town Sounds
CHOPPER Rounds Sound Lovely when dispersed
All of my enemies look lovely in a hearse
All my life, cousin We the Best, y'all the worst
All my life, cousin We the best, y'all the worst
