Encino

Don't be afraid of rejection Just keep slayin' (I'm shy, oh my God) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah,  yeah,  yeah, yeah Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh I feel like I'm Trippie, uh The real niggas feel me I'm 'boutta run down with a semi I'm finna run down with a fifty I do not know what got in me Percocet pills, they all in me We flip your ho like a penny Broke and now I'm balling like Penny We drink lean, not Henny We keep Glocks and semis We ship packs and mailing All my brothers' felons When I'm on the scene, bitch I'm Gucci'd down We got felonies, we got hundred rounds Smoking on loud, can't hear Sipping on lean, not beer (What?) We gon' really slide, really slide We gon' really slide, really slide woo, ah Ah, ah, ah We out in Beverly, somewhere in the hills I'm on her body, I'm tryna get me a feel My niggas crazy, they all shoot to kill I get them packs in through the mail Fuckin' that bitch, I don't kiss and tell You an opp, you get popped on a skillet Heat a nigga up just like a biscuit Whippin' up the dope up like it's Nesquik I got that stick on me, ready for action Yeah, yeah, yeah you see the deep in my eyes Tell me the truth, no lies Bitch, I'm higher than a kite She ride on that dick like a bike Knock his ass out like Mike Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh I feel like I'm Trippie, uh The real niggas feel me I'm 'boutta run down with a semi I'm finna run down with a fifty I do not know what got in me Percocet pills, they all in me We flip your ho like a penny Broke and now I'm balling like Penny We drink lean, not Henny We keep Glocks and semis We ship packs and mailing All my brothers' felons Uh, big AR on me, big like Julian Melon Damn, she look 21 but she 27, uh Fuckin' that bitch, I killed her soul I sent her ass to heaven Baldhead, white bitch, I call her Eleven Hop out the Porsche, it was me and cool I'm in the Hellcat still with coons Smoking on dope, we hotbox in the room I'm the thot slayer I'm fuckin' her tombstone Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh I feel like I'm Trippie, uh The real niggas feel me I'm 'boutta run down with a semi I'm finna run down with a fifty I do not know what got in me Percocet pills, they all in me We flip your ho like a penny Broke and now I'm balling like Penny We drink lean, not Henny We keep Glocks and semis We ship packs and mailing All my brothers' felons