Calabasas
$NOT, ssgkobe
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Yeah Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah Yeah, wait, hold on bro Who the f*ck keep callin' my phone? Hey, never mind, f*ck this bitch One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah, we dipped in (yeah, ayy, yeah) Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, crimson (yeah, what?) I'ma f*ck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, what?) And my bros booted up off the gas (uh, where? Where?) And she bad (ooh), shawty shakin' ass (where?) In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit the dash (skrrt, skrrt) I just called my clans, we can clash (baow) I get hella lit (yeah), I'm a frat boy (yeah) Frat boy (frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy) Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (frrah, frrah) Niggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (frrah, frrah) And you said you bangin', that's an act, boy (act, boy) 'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (nyoom) You had turned on your gang, ain't comin' back, boy (nah) Smokin' big 'Woods, not no Black, boy (not no Black, boy) One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah, we dipped in (yeah, ayy, yeah) Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, crimson (yeah, what?) I'ma f*ck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, ayy, ayy) I'ma check them niggas like I work for Nike, they won't like me Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me This a Phantom, ho, I can't go broke, bitch, I'm rich (can't go broke, bitch) I'm a lick, I'm a walkin' brick, yeah, that be your bitch On my dick, I'm a Rockstar, yeah, I'm rockin' shit In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (uh-uh) Talkin' shit, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (where? Where? Where?) I got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (yeah, ayy) One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah, we dipped in (yeah, ayy, yeah) Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, crimson (yeah, what?) I'ma f*ck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, what?) I'ma f*ck this thot, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (ayy) Pussy boy throwin' signs on Twitter, boy, you're not hard You could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (f*ck) I'm a lil' kid, I like to eat pop-tarts
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Written by: Tyreek Pellerin, Edy Edouard
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