Correction Lyrics West Walkin by Twisted Insane

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Oh no
Hahaha
It's that time
Past that time
Ah sh*t
It's that time now
It's that time n***a
I grew up on that west, coast
I mean that real underground sh*t
Y'know
Aye

Flow-hican like I'm nutty low
When I'm speaking turn that money up
I grew up on the weak and geeky
And I'm speaking trynna bump the cuts
Gas line cover up
Track line, pump the blood
Now path-find
Dragging us like I'll blast mines
f**k with us
Conversation technical depending on how that Fetty go
f**king give 'em gamma ethanol when they would drive off with the effing hoes
Peep 'em through a stethoscope, they nervous around me
Chest'll show
I'm tacking flows
I stretch the ohs
They don't gotta be the best at both
Stop and getting happy
Corner's bending on that rubber
Family looking trappy right as she gets the duster
Blappy on my khakis for these nasty mu'f**kers
Trynna dap me where they stab me, but I'm acne on these slumpers
Fort Worth like Origami
I'm sorting bodies like f**k a shawty
Chief and talking Gandhi, and speaking Tommy no babies 'round me
Hating rappers on me, cause Clyde and Bonny are stacking guapy
Probably trynna top me, no ceiling on me
I'll pop this
This sh*t just slaps so hard it make your neck hurt
My people West side walking for the left turf
I'm up North all my partners got the best-er
Down South to up North
W-w-w-we west walking
They hit the slaps so hard it make your neck hurt
My people West Side walking for the left turf
I'm up North all my partners got the best-er
Down South to up North
W-w-w-we west walking

I'm from the west coast where they gangbang
Pull up on 'em and I make they brain hang
Hollow tip'll make your brain stand
Harder catching, I'll be with the Brain Gang
People always wanna change things, but I burn 'em all up the same flame
Bang bang
Reddies tell me that they really with it but they can't hang
Blood f**k you mean
f**k you too (f**k you too)
And f**k you three
n***as are getting out right up out they shoes, they f**k with me
They tell me to calm down 'fore a motherf**ker wanna come and test
I laugh and say "n***a"
Guess they ain't sh*t
When on the west
Ain't nobody out here trynna be the f**king best
They're really out trynna get a vest just to protect their chest
Stay bracking
Really get macked in with this sh*t blood
d**key's sad
Right pocket, rag, yeah
Lit up
Finna gangbang for the set though
Two [cuetavs?] that I let go in your face
Then back on the run with the home-boy Arnersto
Give a f**k 'bout what you say, that's on the real brain
(What's happening)
Better back up out the way before you kill brain
Motherf**ker
This sh*t just slaps so hard it make your neck hurt
My people West side walking for the left turf
I'm up North all my partners got the best-er
Down South to up North
W-w-w-we west walking
They hit the slaps so hard it make your neck hurt
My people West Side walking for the left turf
I'm up North all my partners got the best-er
Down South to up North
W-w-w-we west walking

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