Bellin lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Bellin through my hood on foot though
And that's dangerous, summertime a war zone
House shoes, ball shorts in my wardrobe
White tees fitted caps, ain't no thang though
G homies keep they colors [?] though
Lil' homies at the park and they bang on
b*tch, we go across the street it's the same song
North side with my n*ggas when they dead wrong
Couple blocks past the lights we don't get along
But when that YG come on, man we sing along
I seen it in the club homie real talk
One side chuggin' [?] the other c-walk
Bellin through my hood on foot though
Lookin' for a hot plate of good dough
West side of the city got the real hoes
But still on high alert don't want to get smoked

[Chorus: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
I can't f*ck with fake sh*t no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in

[Verse 2: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
I'm in your function though I'm coming with like ten homies
I got in something with my woman 'cause her friends on me
I'm in a house that's full of doubts so I don't get lonely
To whom I pray to when the clouds come get a grip, hold me
The camp side, the west life where all the kids know me
These hand signs for mankind, I feel like Mick Foley
Shout out to Jordan, I was young, and had his kicks on me
But f*ck a Mike, no I was tryna be my big homie
This b*tch broke me, got like ten on me plus ain't got no weed left since we left
I been turning fallbacks to three steps
n*ggas say they seen good, that's something I ain't seen yet
Why you always seem stressed, why you ain't just leave yet?
The different type of win when n*ggas hear the word to quit
It's a different type of missing when your shorty getting hit
It's a different type of jewelry when there's bracelets on your wrist
f*ck a difference, ain't no difference, man we all just full of sh*t
But either way I'm in
[Chorus: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
I can't f*ck with fake sh*t no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in

[Outro: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
I can't f*ck with fake sh*t no more