Lyrics:
the gates and doors, let the games begin
Givin' it up yeah cause I spike the gin
??? Sunday confess my sins
Wake up on Monday, ya be at it again
From now
Shit got me snappin'
I ain't trynna make it, I just wanna make shit
This shit my escape, Yeah this shit gets me racin'
The kids that try to fake shit are
drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
alive though I am dying from intoxication
I'm trying to get trippy yeah really trippy
Roll the shit up light the stick up I wanna get all spliffy trippy
ain't got no ego
Trynna get rid of it
Yeah, cuz I had enough of it
L.A. got the snakes and saditty hoes
All they want is money and the clothes
But shit
the a-radiance (feel the radiance)
And I got some fine shit on the way, I think she Israelian (ayy, she Dubai, yeah)
Last year, we bought an AK every single day,
the air
I make the 40 cal clap
Like the motherfuckin' snare from the L-1-3
To the DPG
I just got my weed license, fuck the LAPD
This old man, yeah, he sure
a Chevrolet yeah
Everybody breaking neck looking like we on display yeah
I got the 10 and 2
Sippin' the gin and the juice
Whippin the Benz with no roof
Achoo
muthafuckas gotta learn quick
That we ain't takin no more shit
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
[ VERSE 3 ]
talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo
like napalm
What nigga?, who nigga?
Begin to fuck with the kid
And we'll shoot, at you niggas
What type of shit you got in?
Yeah, it's just a simple
Feels like the life I need, feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, he can't run from this gin Ayy, I'ma smoke him
Everybody knows my name, here let me explain:
See the cats who ?pat me down?, want to ?gas? me now
"Yo Eso, shit's hot, just waiting on that album now"
Yeah
the g-funk sipping on juice and gin
Just me and a friend feeling kind of groovy, workin' on a movie (yeah, right)
But we did nothing, absolutely buttkiss
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
the pint cuz I don't have no fears
I feel like I'm in heaven bring the pastor here
21 and comfortable yeah boy I'm getting by
Smoked about half an ounce
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy)
On the block by
But y'all know that rapping and singing shit make hits (it do)
That's why y'all on that yeah!
Niggas is talking that bittersweet aggression
While
on the finest with the finest Models in the room
Dam I don't know how to act, so
Bring another bottle to the booth yeah
We drinking on that good gin and juice
sont allumés
We're addicted to the FOMO, FOMO
To the FOMO, FOMO
On se rend pas compte de tout le temps que l'on perd
Mais manquer à l'appel nous laisse
that power
Yeah, I'm drinking that gin (gyn)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to go in
Yeah, I feel inside of me
Yeah, that nigga go insane
That's the ngga with the wavey
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
This cup here got me burpin gin
Right now I'm real lit
You talkin but ain't heard that shit
Rings in my mind that a nigga be hurdling
I need more money
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