La La
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Rainy nights in the Jeep
Go whoop with my lil freak
Playing Zhanรฉ, smoking backwoods and drinking lean
On the highway, dip off on Chancellor and do my thing
Know it's Friday, the homies just hit me, I'm finna' breeze
Drop her ass off, hop in the Uber and do my thing
Heading downtown, shit looking active, I'm on the scene
This a cold life, North Face cover my baggy jeans
Got the sack tucked, up in the club still serving fiends
Lil molly rock, pure white powder, what should I bring
All depends though, I'm fucking on least two of her friends though
And when I'm in the UK, I'm thugging in the ends hoe
Right side driver still hopping out the Benz though
She wanna hop a flight in the AM, I'm like let's go
Flying outta country for the weekend like I guess so
And I'm so west though, Rosecrans to Centro
Repping for my section, me and Wacko got this shit sewn
It's Killa Cali on them plates nigga
And we don't ever ride with fake niggas
I'm sending bitches out of state nigga
I hit the blade and do my thing nigga
And I rock the hammer like I rock the cradle
Then I pass them rounds like it's hot potato
Two-way chain a man, holy Mecca
Where them loose lips get sewed together
Show no love and we know no mercy
When we popping them things they beg for mercy
That's when the beef is over
But you slide on 'em still, mind on a mil'
Paint with a seal, paying for these pills
'Round here you only eating what you kill
And you never run, but you better run and fade
But you know better, check your resume
She know exactly what you jacking, wait boy
It's light as a feather, you light as a feather, oh motherfucker
Vanny, Perky, syrup surfing, let it overwork me
Bitches running laps, we turning, parking to Kentucky Derby
Flacko hit it, pass it to me, I'ma hit it, pass the pussy
These hoes more like communities, not just for you and me
But you knew that from the get go
From the deuce line to the four line
From the 218 to the 223 it's all west, toe get checked hoe
West burs' and I'm a Bomptown so you know it's ill
All beef it's a overkill, bullets biting like Evander Holyfield
Boy you know the deal
It's Killa Cali on them plates nigga
And we don't ever ride with fake niggas
I'm sending bitches out of state nigga
I hit the blade and do my thing nigga