And I´m shootin´ that shit with the mole heads, what´s the play though? Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos Left him inside the whip with a substance like Ragu It´s up then it´s stuck, it ain´t movin´ like a statue Welcome to L.A., better get at us ´fore we get at you Now watch your back, niggas´ll drive through like fast food Cash rules, they prone to go nuts like cashews They ask you, "Where you from? Where yo´ mama? Where yo´ son? Where yo´ wallet? Where yo´ gun? What´s the problem? This the slums, nigga" Uh, Watts, nigga I dim the lightbulb over yo´ top, don´t play dumb, nigga
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I´m gettin´ rich Yeah, yeah I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I´m gettin´ rich Yeah, yeah
I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me We finna be countin´ up somewhere in a Airbnb After we smoke, we gon´ meditate for the energy
I promise not to give you a hard time like the DMV Just hard rock all up in them guts, make your heart stop Bring it back to life in the backseat of this hard-top The Rolls, bitch, hittin´ corners, bitch, gettin´ ghosted Sell out a post quick, we out here lit, you better watch yo´ bitch And after all that, I gotta vanish Like a message ´bout to self-destruct, shit, don´t even panic I gotta get back to the gravel, the turf, the granite Don´t take nothin´ for granted, still go back how I manage
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I´m gettin´ rich Yeah, yeah I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I´m gettin´ rich Yeah, yeah, nigga