Like This (West Coast Remix) Song Lyrics

Like This (West Coast Remix) by Boaz

(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 nigga, 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 nigga, I aint learned my lesson
Blaze tire, burn fire, while I fire off the Wesson
Burn fire, stay higher nigga, 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**k these haters and they mamas
These lil’ niggas still wearin’ their pajamas
With the feet in em, aint no street in em
I already kill em with the blow, time to kill 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**ch 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*t is kinda ironic
I’m eatin’ Alfredo with Marshall discussin’ imposters
Ya niggas 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*t, the gun is still mine when the strap kick
It sound like an Illmind black kick, clap sh*t
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**ch home
(Verse 3)
I’m the shadow that overshadows the darkness
Light nights in my Adam’s apple to spark this
Mass murderer verbs, what you go call this?
The way I call my name and yo carcass 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 pussy, like my peers
That’s that for better or worse sh*t
Niggas die talkin’ that better than murse sh*t
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 class 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**ch 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 killa
MJ, mixed with Iron Mike’s temper
Mic gripper, aparatus unknown
Paragraphs out the pad I compose
Nigga, I’m bad to the bone grizzle
Sendin’ rappers to the spittal
When I hear an instrumental I’m very detrimental
Serve niggas, late night, just like Kemel
Black guns, black suits, white limo
Four b**ches 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**ch home