Boaz - Like This (West Coast Remix) lyrics

Ft. Crooked I, Murs & Fashawn (Verse) I used to dream of that V dozen six double zero The quickest recipe to get it was to cut a kilo Yung boss n***a, respectin' my O.G. tho Buyin' lotto tickets and chips at the casino Thats what we call finessin' salad with the dressin' Hard headed, bout that chedda n***a, I aint learned my lesson Blaze tire, burn fire, while I fire off the Wesson Burn fire, stay higher n***a, I aint eva stressin' Countin' erry blessin', countin' erry second Whats on my mind is money, its time to cash the check in One zero zero comma one zero zero comma Keep on runnin' up the no.s f** these haters and they mamas These lil' n***as still wearin' their pajamas With the feet in em, aint no street in em I already k** em with the blow, time to k** em with the flow Illmind let the beat hit em (Hook) We rockin' on the mic like this Like this the place that I belong Errytime I rock a mic like this I rock it all night long Yo, don't I been whippin' in the Benz like this Like it's the whip that I belong Errytime I drive a whip like this I take a bad b**h home (Verse 2) Shady 2.0, we them monsters I'm either with the slaughters or walkin' with ten copsters When I'm in Detroit that sh** is kinda ironic I'm eatin' Alfredo with Marshall discussin' imposters Ya n***as counterfeit twenties Livin' yo life like a dyke Cuz when it comes to beef, nah Ya ain't down to get busy I let off a chopper round, spin yo block around Yo whole townll get dizzy, huh? Like, like a merry go round, if we aint rockin' turn yo stereo down I still grind on my rap sh**, the gun is still mine when the strap kick It sound like an Illmind black kick, clap sh** Like, its Crooked I Same west coaster, who got ya? BM in my DM, meetin' at 9 P.M. She gon be on her knees son, like Liam (Hook) We rockin' on the mic like this Like this the place that I belong Errytime I rock a mic like this I rock it all night long Yo, don't I been whippin' in the Benz like this Like it's the whip that I belong Errytime I drive a whip like this I take a bad b**h home (Verse 3) I'm the shadow that overshadows the darkness Light nights in my Adam's apple to spark this Ma** murderer verbs, what you go call this? The way I call my name and yo carca** call me an artist Traded in the Benz for a Prius Body white in ? tight is blacker than Jesus Sleepin' with the same chick for 5 years I change dreams, no p**y, like my peers That's that for better or worse sh** n***as die talkin' that better than murse sh** Finna to quit, submit or get they arm broke Disect under the neck, I see the mar choke Got yo blood on the web, got a lil buzz Action, heat, but the streets neva heard of cous' You buyin' fuse, I'm buyin' woose with a fuede In a first cla** cabin, open lookin' the view (Hook) We rockin' on the mic like this Like this the place that I belong Errytime I rock a mic like this I rock it all night long Yo, don't I been whippin' in the Benz like this Like it's the whip that I belong Errytime I drive a whip like this I take a bad b**h home (Verse 4) Now my bars is felt, cars get dealt I let off until that cartridge melt Fashawn, pipe giver, wife digger Hershaw, white pigeons, type k**a MJ, mixed with Iron Mike's temper Mic gripper, aparatus unknown Paragraphs out the pad I compose n***a, I'm bad to the bone grizzle Sendin' rappers to the spittal When I hear an instrumental I'm very detrimental Serve n***as, late night, just like Kemel Black guns, black suits, white limo Four b**hes hangin' out the left and right window Well I sit and pour champagne like indo Luxurious, lookin' like I stuck medula up Told Mushi keep the roogah tucked Uh, I give the craft, leave a cloud on the stage And 20s of my ? amazed (Hook) We rockin' on the mic like this Like this the place that I belong Errytime I rock a mic like this I rock it all night long Yo, don't I been whippin' in the Benz like this Like it's the whip that I belong Errytime I drive a whip like this I take a bad b**h home