Lyrics to Weston Rd. Freestyle

[Verse]

I been quiet, been sellin' that 'caine

I got time, so it's time to play

All these rappers better know their place

I got Glocks and I got K's

Don't get too close or it's one to the face

I'm lettin' it spray, bullets got no name

Opps look hard for the camera

Reality, man get check, them man there waste

Fuug just touch off of ten to the five

It's back, little bro, we ain't playing no games

Anyone diss Swag get flied like planes

After you die, I'm gone to the A

Mans shout out the ends, never put on

I'm not salty, I'm just saying

5PG, don't forget that name

We runnin' the ends, Weston Roads where we bang

Can't shout out the hood without mentioning gang

That's type of shit that will get niggas paged

We stick to the code if you know what I'm saying

Got this shit out the mud, used to trap in the rain

What you know about shootouts and putting in pain?

And doing your time, time on the range

You could ask Sha, Gizzle, Whoa, Gilla, Winnie, you could ask Flav

You could ask Bags, Fuug, Stinga, M.I, Homes, you could ask Rain

You were never kicking no doors

Waving the fours, hitting a hundred-band stains

You ain't never shot no guns or spin no blocks, so why you talk so greezy?

If mans act sick, I call up Bread, P. Gizzle, and Weezy

I'm with the killers, don't do it for clout

These other rappers just do it for TV

Free all my hitter that's locked doing time

Some got life, some stuck in the peezy

So whether in jail, on road, opps can't walk 'round freely

Head tap man, then call up Pup, then fly out neatly

I'm sending shots from way back here

Somebody died, but I wasn't there

Just know that killers around me this year

Lift up your soul, I see death in the air

There ain't no demon, no devil I fear

I live in the 6ix, the devils is here

He wasn't that lucky, was he?

Tings got mucky and mans got duppied

It could get ugly, trust me

Dare anyone wanna step try to touch me

Now he in forensics

Pull up on him with the chopper, just me and Damestic

Starting five, never play for the benches

Got to shoot when you come from the trenches

I know all the killers from Jane

And you know that my niggas run Weston