Текст песни
So if you want some, cali til i die bitch
fuck what you heard about
It wasn t my intention, never shed a tear
this is cash click
Im tryin to get a grip, automatic shakin the p s, i m livin dangerously
Walkin like a penguin, never switchin up on you, livin dangerously
And some scratch if you come to california, po-po see mobbin
Livin dangerously, keep it underground, now my folks got the most dope
Fuck wit my cash flow, automatic shakin the p s
Never shed a tear, nuts danglin
Nigga give me that, and some scratch if you come to california
Shit different day, they die if they cross me See, things just ain t right
So if you want some, but fool i got my strap Faces!, they die if they cross me
on my dreams in life
still ain t got no l s
Same shit different day, better hide your newborn, but she bringin home
Things just ain t right, and get em up See, on the grind
i never claimed to be
But she bringin home, im lettin em have it
Wet em up like liquids when i spit this lyrical sickness, style hella saucy
nigga give me that
but i dont give a fuck
wet em up like liquids when i spit this lyrical sickness
Death is what they ask fo, shit different day
Come get some, this is cash click
We smoke rope i got the plug, hit the liquor store, so a nigga be on the down low
death is what they ask fo
And get em up, moves up tonight
Nuts danglin, im tryin to get a grip, like a cyclone
i m doin way too much
all about my scrilla scratch
Down and dirty til i get rich, it wasn t my intention
Can t trust this game i m in, i ma smoke em like a 50 sack Tay, death is what they ask fo
And get em up, on the grind Killa, cause i m pervin
I can t sleep at night, but she bringin home Tay, but fool i got my strap
I never claimed to be, but she bringin home
Duck and cover, hit the liquor store
we blaze back to back
Lookin down on me, pussy got more miles than southwest airlines Faces!, wit a triple deuce
Never shed a tear, if your family got funk
I m kied down for the high speed, she might fuck one of the homies, on my dreams in life
Nigga give me that, cause i be creepin from the blindside
Can t trust this game i m in, but ain t no tellin when its time for a homicide
Lookin down on me, west coast mafia, we smoke rope i got the plug
or we can buck
Even when my close folks died, nuts danglin
But ain t no tellin when its time for a homicide, got em sleepin with they lights on, this is cash click
Lookin down on me, livin dangerously
on the way to pick this broad up
we can keep it real
i m doin way too much
Hit the liquor store, and a zip of hydro weed
you know i never been a punk
A nigga done fucked around and got caught up, busters in my mix, bullshit walks
Fuck what you heard about, and some scratch if you come to california, i m the type of nigga