Feel the pulse of the streets with this raw West Coast hip-hop banger — packed with fire, middle fingers, and unfiltered attitude. Ride loud, stay real. This explicit track is perfect for late-night vibes and rebellious moods.
Lyrics:
Yeah, I’m ridin’ heavy through the city lights F*ck the rules, motherf*cker, I’m claimin’ my rights Chrome gleam, bass blastin’ through the night West Coast soldier, ready for a fight
Rollin’ down the block, middle finger high F*ck a fake-ass bitch, don’t even try Money stack tall, but my patience thin Motherf*ckers talk, but I never give in
F*ck the system, f*ck the hate Motherf*ckers jealous, can’t relate Cruisin’ slow but my mind’s on blast West Coast f*cker, built to last
Laced up kicks, tattoos like scars Motherf*ckers know I’m raisin’ bars Haters lurk, but I’m too quick F*ck you all, I’m makin’ it stick
Night falls, city calls, I’m the king Motherf*ckers bow down when I swing F*ck the drama, I’m here to stay West Coast motherf*cker, all day
F*ck the system, f*ck the hate Motherf*ckers jealous, can’t relate Cruisin’ slow but my mind’s on blast West Coast f*cker, built to last
Lights dim low, but my fire’s high Motherf*ckers sleep, I’m ridin’ by
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