[Chorus: KB Devaughn]
It's the playa me n***a ooh it's the playa me
You ain't never met a n***a that be coming from the west side
This the new dark pound I'm throwing up the scepter yeah yeah

[1st Verse: Holland Izz]
Tell me what you know about pass and pants
I'm a hood ass n***a make me spray with that [stan?] (spray with that)
State ten toes
Du dududu du
[all of this is pretty much inaudible]

[Chorus x2: KB Devaughn]
It's the playa me n***a ooh it's the playa me
You ain't never met a n***a that be coming from the west side
This the new dark pound I'm throwing up the scepter yeah yeah

[2nd Verse: Holland Izz]
Imma shoot shoot shoot like I'm JB
Nasty n***a I don't need no damn sailing
Still broke so don't ask me for no dope n***a
I talk to [geysick] get off the flow
I'm a self made n***a I can't help that (I can't help that)
Where the bread, where the Glock, where the wealth at (where the wealth at)
When I was broke when I was down where the help at (where the help at)
Now I'm [uglo] bitch get your hand back (get your hand back)

[Chorus x2: KB Devaughn]
It's the playa me n***a ooh it's the playa me
You ain't never met a n***a that be coming from the west side
This the new dark pound I'm throwing up the scepter yeah yeah

[3rd Verse: Tauvaa]
What you ride for a G would you ride with the heat
Cut tires in the street would you side with your beef
N***as blind in the street n***as lying on the beat
I'm just focused on the cheese, why you mad at me?
All these rats around me just acting clowning
When I was 5 uncle Ball had the Glocks around me
No homie don't grope me get the fuck from 'round me
N***as fake I can't stay gotta watch the [roudest]

[Chorus x2: KB Devaughn]
It's the playa me n***a ooh it's the playa me
You ain't never met a n***a that be coming from the west side
This the new dark pound I'm throwing up the scepter yeah yeah

[4th Verse: KB Devaughn]
(Yaah, yaah) It's the west side dog
I should tell these bitches call me Gotti I can't feel them if you drag them by the body like
N***a whatchu doing?
Over here pretending you're a shooter
Who you fooling boy we know that you a goober
I don't wanna die I don't wanna live a lie
Homie I was selling dimes just to make it out alive
I ain't have to kill nobody but they'd get it if they tried
Doing all that [shucking jobbing?] all you did was ducking high
No designer on my bill but I got Nike on my feet
Any n***a want my head I know Pharrell got the heat
[All that singing shit a joke to you peep?]
I got blessed with the hands to let a n***a off his seata

Not done