Ok
Right
Ay
Better hop on the track, you feel me?
Lil’ something to ride to
Lil something-something {?} to slide to
Aight
Yeah, ay
n#gg#, f#ck that {?} speaking on me but don’t bust back
They ain’t with the action, homicidal when the gun clap
I’m with the combat, straight up menace on your dumb #ss
I keep a smith and wesson but this choppa make them jump back
I’m {?}, {?} give a f#ck about the po-po
You askin’ who I am but everybody call me jojo
I keep the fo-fo, this sh#t tuckin on my pants
These bullets gon’ make him dance, he ain’t even got a chance
With the big bad {?}, same clip holder
{?} gon shoot it out or run the fade from the shoulder
White pro club with the shorts and penny loafers
{?} make a milly selling zips in sunny California
b#tch, I’m fired up
Straight up swerving on them highways
{?} sideways, we hitting licks and splitting five ways
And I’m more than {?}, ain’t nobody running my fade
I’m killing with the gangsters, sipping liquor out the driveway
Told ’em kick back, we stuck together like a six pack
You need to hang it up, your banging suck like a {?}
Flip that, aim it at your teeth and where your lips at
No one wants the beef but all I’m hearing is yip-yap
So what it do, another {?} on thirty-two
I’m passing through the {?} and {?}
It’s San Diego, stacking bricks up like it’s legos
Holding dracos, anything to make the payroll
Me from daygo, {?} in the club and the {?}
Ridin’ with them killers but it’s only me and {?}
We double up and knuckle up, we only down to do it right
Moving fight on anybody, n#gg# better choose a side
Semi-automatic cause a static in they backseat
I’ma spray around and lay them down on they #ss cheeks
I guess it’s war, but to me it’s something more
If I ain’t making rapping and trapping, I’m clacking and hitting doors
And I’m all in, ten toes like a big dog
We got tipped off that you a sucka and you pissed off
You shoulda locked the doors, close them blinds and done your homework
You n#gg#s new to this, I swear to god you n#gg#s full of sh#t
You speakin’ foolishness, and pipe it down before them bullets hit
And pulling {?}
Hitting anybody that thinks they moving sh#t
I’ma set it off and bang the hood, I really do this sh#t
Get back, we stuck together like a six pack
You need to hang it up, your banging suck like a {?}
Flip that, aim it at your teeth and where your lips at
No one wants the beef but all I’m hearing is yip-yap
So what it do, another {?} on thirty-two
I’m passing through the {?} and {?}
It’s San Diego, stacking bricks up like it’s legos
Holding dracos, anything to make the payroll
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