Intro 
[?] on the track 
Yo [?], ye, go looking, go looking, ye 
Racks to my, ah 
Nah, I can't start like that, damn (Huh) 
Wow, wow 
Here we going (Wow) 
Don't stop 
Huh, ye, huh 

Verse 1 
Racks to my head, you got two dollars 
I just copped me a new mini Draco for the new problems 
No Biggie but they don't know who shot 'em 
My shirt Michael Jordan, it's sick with the flu collar 
I'm Crip, don't you question my set, bitch, I'm too proper 
Grape is the set, I eat steak, I don't do lobster 
I ain't with the wrestling, my name ain't Umaga 
Put that 9 to his back, turn that boy into Ibaka 
Put some time on yo death, call that G-Shocker 
Order my shoes, can't buy 'em from FootLocker 
He a snitch in the hood, he the neighborhood watchers 
Got some Crips in the hood, that's some neighborhood problems 
Show no love in the hood, we will body a (Bitch) 
Used to wear Nautica Hollister (Shit) 
Back in them days them bitches wouldn't hollala 
Check my Instagram, two million of the followers 
Add it up, couple million of the dollalas 
But still 'til this day see my opp, I'ma pop 'em 
We don't miss with them sticks, we don't play 'bout our problems 
Last nigga played with the block, we done dropped 'em 
I wouldn't the type to play Coppers & Robbers I robbed with the robbers 
Fought and shot guns to resolve all my problems 
Never shook hands with the opps, if we did then the next day we shot 'em 
Cripping out West, Cripping out West 
I just smoke a blunt, I don't do the Percocets 
Pass my lil' homie the 50, he gon' come and chop yo neck 
He shot a nigga in the neck up on a Next and said: What's next 
Yeah, I used to ride a next, now I ride a Mongoose 
1942, used to sip that Gin juice 
You know it's fuck 12 even when they let my mans loose 
I used to have nothing, now I'm smoking in a Benz coupe 

Chorus
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh

Verse 2
I just shot a nigga 'cause a nigga dissed the set
VVS diamonds up on my wrist and on my neck
What time it is? I'm shining so my timing really wet
Been in shootouts all my life and ain't a nigga killed me yet
That's a bet, send yo dogs and I'm like fetch
Threw a bullet and I hit 'em perfect catch (Randy Moss)
I'm getting paid, that's nothing less
And you the type nigga to beef 'bout a bitch
And I'm a one hundred ass nigga, I ride for my gang 'til this day and I will never switch (Ooh)

Outro
Damn
Man, I ain't gon' lie, fool, I ain't drinkin' no more, I'm on strike