Letras
I might pull up Double R put a Patek on my arm
Sun roof shit gone you can still see the stars
Palm Trees in the yard got trees in my palm
Foreigns they parked in the front got a milli on the lawn
I went and read the shit
Reverse Engineered and I hopped in the game going hard like I'm playing for presidents
I hopped on the tune just to change up the element
This ain't the luck of the Irish
You know he ain't fell in it
Focused and I manifested it
I did some millis and crept in the game worked too hard to be owners so no I ain't selling it
I'm out in Calabasas for some days so shawty come pull up on me
But you know if you come and feel the wave it's gon' turn to some macaroni
You better keep it 100 with me cause I can't connect with a phony
Won't just believe what you told me
You gon' really have to show me
You gotta show me what it is
Girl let me see something she let me hit from the back and she felt it in her ribs
Soon as I hit it I bet I don't miss
I'm with your Miss and she missing
Cause she want the missile
Her missions assuming positions
She wanna hang like we lynching
I tagged after smoking a gram she did not get a mention
Doc to hot-hot member we was chilling on the Brock block
Back yard it was like a chop shop
That was the hot spot might put a dick in a 40 if the safety's on it was a cock block
Working for days we was juggin' bussin' plays
The shit had me stuck in a daze
Now I'm shining see my rays
Been through this shit like a maze yea
Finally found me I was just lost like an orphan
I got my mind right said some affirmations and I started morphing
I needed balance I had to weigh some shit out needed different portions
How did he kill the beat before the song came out and made the shit an abortion
From the hood so low down made California my home now
Gold teeth on my K9s I'm a dog girl come get this bone now
Young nigga turned grown now
From the block like O'Neal