I'm on this l.a. Shit Don't understand Why my game so sick California boys We run this bitch I say we run this bitch Let me tell you About a punk ass homie
Hatin' on me Cause his bitch wanna blow me What can I do? She don't wanna get off me Bent on my dick From the minute she saw me Hell yeah I'm a tear that pussy up
Take pictures of us Send 'em to you if you want Smack that From the back in her car I'm a smack that Like look muthafucka I got that Have a bitch like From the back like Up in the car like Legs up
I said I'm creeping With my hat low Bitches love me Even though that I'm a asshole I'm a gangsta affiliate Affiliated with about a million Gang bangers full of tattoos If you want it don't trip
We gettin' at you I hate a 2 face bitch Bitch made switch lanes betray quick Don't never trust them hoes Once I get 'em I fuck them hoes Get your heart broken Tryin' to love them hoes Oh that's them hoes?
We fucking with the same bitch I know you love her But I never say shit I wouldn't do you like that I promise your bitch I wouldn't do it like that Have a bitch like From the back like Up in the car like Legs up
I know my enemies love my swag So much they love my raps Bump my tracks Everywhere I go I show them bitches How to dip it real low I got the music Where the gangstas feel it Bump it in the hood And the dj spin it Bitches say ughh
Like they bang no limit Like they bang no limit If she's taken that's my type Ring on the finger Bout to be your wife And we could keep it real low Put it in your mouth Let it hit your throat
Play with it Don't stop - don't stop Just play with it Don't stop - don't stop I came with it Don't stop - don't stop Bout to rain in it Have a bitch like From the back like Up in the car like Legs up
