Whole Thang
I rock Snapbacks, I got tattoos
I smoke mad weed and I crush brews
And I really wanna buy another drink for you
And I'm always down for the first move
So, baby, tell me what you say
You and me at my place
Don't expect a cuddle session
I just wanna get a taste
Of that good good, on that low low
When your knees touchin' your elbows
Full control, no condoms, though
Falcon Punch that pussy like Smash Bros
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Yeah, like I'm Quinton Jackson
Rest in peace, cause of death
Your fatal attraction
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
That chronic flow, Geronimo
There's no telling how far we'll go
And we'll never really know what tomorrow holds
So we roll out with the crew and we chase the hoes
That's just the way it goes, I'm an alpha being
You can hear me roar every time I sing
I call that bitch back like
You forgot your wedding ring
In the fast lane, on that hard grind
All my white bitches got tan lines
Got that Julio in my sunrise
And I'm gettin' dome while I cut lines
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Yeah, wanna spice it up a bit
Let me smack one off your chest
And you can do one of my dick, goddamn
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
I may be raw, may be a savage
On the West Coast, life so lavish
South Bay chillin', drugs and the women
If she can hang, let's get it
I smoke grams, I snort grams
Get with the program
I trip hard, I've popped pills
Moved mountains and it's all real
Experimental, not consequential
Never scared, call me mental
She said you're soft, too gentile
I make her sing, no instrumental
Your chick in my house
My dick in her mouth
Y'all have dinner in a few hours
She won't be hungry or sorry
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
I smoke mad weed and I crush brews
And I really wanna buy another drink for you
And I'm always down for the first move
So, baby, tell me what you say
You and me at my place
Don't expect a cuddle session
I just wanna get a taste
Of that good good, on that low low
When your knees touchin' your elbows
Full control, no condoms, though
Falcon Punch that pussy like Smash Bros
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Yeah, like I'm Quinton Jackson
Rest in peace, cause of death
Your fatal attraction
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
That chronic flow, Geronimo
There's no telling how far we'll go
And we'll never really know what tomorrow holds
So we roll out with the crew and we chase the hoes
That's just the way it goes, I'm an alpha being
You can hear me roar every time I sing
I call that bitch back like
You forgot your wedding ring
In the fast lane, on that hard grind
All my white bitches got tan lines
Got that Julio in my sunrise
And I'm gettin' dome while I cut lines
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Yeah, wanna spice it up a bit
Let me smack one off your chest
And you can do one of my dick, goddamn
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
Fuckin' then I gotta leave
I may be raw, may be a savage
On the West Coast, life so lavish
South Bay chillin', drugs and the women
If she can hang, let's get it
I smoke grams, I snort grams
Get with the program
I trip hard, I've popped pills
Moved mountains and it's all real
Experimental, not consequential
Never scared, call me mental
She said you're soft, too gentile
I make her sing, no instrumental
Your chick in my house
My dick in her mouth
Y'all have dinner in a few hours
She won't be hungry or sorry
Yup, yup, yup
That's my whole thang
Cali life, can't complain
Got my drank, got my weed
Got a couple other treats
Rollin' through my trippy scene
Molly work it from your knees
Cocaine off your titties please
We fuckin' then I gotta leave
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Writer(s): Lucas Roth
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