Pop Smoke – West Coast Shit lyrics

Fishing lyrics, don't edit

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Bongo Bytheway)
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke and Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, that's a brick (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 your bitch on Prada and now she droppin'

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Raww, I'm on some West Coast shit (Shit)
Block easy high on the Sunset Strip
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp
I just walked a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch (No)
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car worker in, you don't gotta touch the rims
Don't ask me the price, costed an arm, leg and limb (Ayy)
When you in the light, niggas wanna stay in dim (Dim)
Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say it's him
They done copied my flow, I switch to Chevy then
Niggas ain't put the work in, they don't celebrate the win
When you was down with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym, motherfucker

[Chorus: Pop Smoke and Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, that's a brick (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 your bitch on Prada and now she droppin'

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
If you knew the [?], we could prosper
But I'll still string his ass, I got him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay' in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Saw that when they draw the strap, get straight hacked in the back
We don't take disrespect, we talk, it's not just rap
Gang signs in my tap, 22's in the shirt
Shotgun in my bag, knock off will make it drag
Thirty-six karats on my wrist
That's mean there's thirty-six karats on my wrist (Woo)
Shit, now Virgil got me drippin'
In the streets, finna force it in the kitchen

[Chorus: Pop Smoke and Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, that's a brick (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 your bitch on Prada and now she droppin'

[Verse 3: Quavo]
West side, Nawf 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)
When 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 burst (Uh)
500K on the wrist, I got me scorin' your bitch (Woo)
My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fist
I catch a play off 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)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke and Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, that's a brick (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 your bitch on Prada and now she droppin'