Yeah,
let me hit this here, man
Yeah, I'm in West Coast,
nigga, click -clack up, nigga, B's up
Yeah, I'm talkin' about C's up,
bae, boy
You broke -ass niggas
ain't fuckin' with Mess Hill
The boy Zab Judah be huggin' the SL
I ride through muggin',
yerpin' the suite
Bad bitch ridin' shotgun,
hand on my heat
Poppin' Grey Goose bottles,
I'm lovin' this life
On the phone with my plug,
like I'm lovin' this price
Haha, yeah, click -clack, baby
I don't sit and talk about
it, I go get that, baby
You gotta step your game up,
you fuckin' with men
I don't give a fuck how much money I spend
I can buy you the Q bag
with the booster match
It's a big step from Big Lots and T .J. Maxx
I let yellow canaries grab your throat
And I'll do this shit tomorrow
like fuck being broke
Crossing the Bay Bridge,
looking out my stunners
Young Project nigga with a fet
ish for counting hunnids
Like, one, whistle and watch
a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take your bad dope lungs
and cook it up in that jar
Make it straight A1 on the one
One, whistle and watch
a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take your bad dope lungs
and cook it up in that jar,
make it straight A1 on the 1
You homely ass niggas
ain't fuckin' with slick
I'm gettin' money
like a first round pick for the signing
Towerin' over you monkeys
on some ghetto giraffe shit
Talk saucy,
and you can get your ass kicked
Unfadeable when SoCal in the Bay click
415 Road with Damos in the pen
Richmond, Vallejo, L .A. to Dago
Mobbin' bay and soil with
hitters on the payroll
Down south niggas come
and get the yayo
Fuck the rap game, no,
it ain't what we wait for
Why do that when I can
supply tricks with cat?
Get enough scratch off a white bash,
the rapper may bat
Ever seen a denim mule
swing a Maserati?
Come to Southeast, be me,
I'm never off the potty
Deprecating on those hatin',
still tippin', still shittin'
Triggeration still shippin'
One, whistle and watch
a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take it back, don't run
Cook it up in that jar,
make it straight, A1 on the one
Uh -huh, uh -huh
One, whistle and watch
a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take it back, throw drums
and cook it up in that jar
Make it straight, A -1 on the one
Uh -huh, uh
Yeah, Austin Martin, Ostrich 6
22 inches shanties, Ostrich feet
Niggas stacked 30 grand,
went an d bought the piece
What they spent on they car,
went and bought my teeth
Pack of Calico,
this beef shit ain't obsolete
Niggas both fresh home,
so the mob complete
Fuck a hater, I don't fuck a bitch,
I'm proud
Make a gobble to me
to make you swallow the heat
This is deep east Oakland,
6 -5 -1 till I'm done
Whistle and watch a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I could take your bat, throw plums
and cook it up in that jar
Make it straight A1 on the 1,
my goons a tennis bitch, yeah
Have you died to shots runnin'
to your bulletproof truck?
Fuck with y 'all, them guns gon' bust,
get touched up
And thus we trust, nigga,
I'll fuck you up, what?
One, whistle and watch
a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take it back, throw guns,
and cook it up in that jar
Make it straight, A1 on the 1
1, whistle and watch a hundred niggas
come with them guns
I can take it back, throw guns,
and cook it up in that jar
Make it straight,
A1 on the 1
Messy Marv
