BIRRIA

Yeah

Yeah

Feel like a crime to be this early

On the wave like Hurley

I'm awake 6:30

On the way better hurry

Hey uh

Some days I'm hurting

Under par like a birdie

Closer to death than 30

Imma still go off

Yeah

Fried outta my mind but my time is my own

Made a lil dime in the studio I wanna take it home

On my drive through the city heard my song on the radio

Should've made a right but I'm right no matter where we go

Hey

It's 323 to the 213

LA all day til the day I leave

See me post up but this ain't IG

My bitch got more drip than a IV

Overdosing is not my scene

Fuck with me imma make you bleed

My cup got consommé not lean

My birria goat

Yours is beef

I said tell me where you from

I'll tell you where you headed

Talking mad shit but then pretend you never said it

You ain't really living here

You living off of credit

You got one of those faces that's easy to forget it

I said tell me where you from

I'll tell you where you headed

Talking mad shit but then pretend you never said it

You ain't really living here

You living off of credit

You got one of those faces that's easy to easy to

If I need a vacay

I exit off the freeway

110 to South Bay

Or the 10 to the East San Gabe

Sunrise in Malibu sunset in Newport Beach

I don't care who's who only what imma do for me

If you want a lazy day then imma say that's cool with me

If I take a j then know that imma smoke like 2 or 3

I'm fine with rollin on my own I don't mind company

Let's go half on a bag of shrooms cus that shit my cup of tea

Cup of tea

Aye

Trippy

Riding round the city

When it get chilly I pop out the Philly and light it you goin up with me

I ain't even popping yet but I stay busy

You moving in circles

Ain't you getting dizzy?