Sto Open
Aye aye
City dude my Oakland folk on Blamma Time
They not MC'n but all they know is hamma time
Ah you can't touch this I'm Reggie Bush on every line
RIP to Fats we movin on that heavy time
Dr. Sebi flow you know my shit be alkaline
You a fucked up barber boy you outta line
I spit dope like Bobby Brown on that Whitney time
You take a hit and now its feelin like a heavy line
Egotistical yellin shit like Mystical
She ain't wana listen gotta free her I won't miss her bro
Keep it lyrical never give her physical
Words Got her kissin like my stomach got a mistletoe
These dudes be acting pusillanimous
They throwin shade when I shine cus they cant handle it
Barry Bonds with the hit how I'm stampin' it
02 the MVP and its unanimous
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
Yeah
Leather booth splift out with a clear cup
At the back table puttin' ice to my tear duct
Either that or in the park blowin' dro scopin'
Knowin' that the ranger out and tryna flip his low quotient
We stayin' up until the sto' open
Long term moves while you tweakin' on yo phone jokin'
A long night steady something that I go through
Tryna make a buzz like Stunnaman02
Never rock boat shoes, Vans and Timbo's
The bottom of the soul sits San Francisco
My windows crack so the water will seep through
I never sent a message but I thought it would reach you
I greet you with a nod and a eye twitch
And I don't say nothin' I be walkin' with tight lips
My light switch flickin' so I'm changing the bulb
Till the corner sto's open I'm a wait in the cold
You don't know
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
She lovin' it
City dude my Oakland folk on Blamma Time
They not MC'n but all they know is hamma time
Ah you can't touch this I'm Reggie Bush on every line
RIP to Fats we movin on that heavy time
Dr. Sebi flow you know my shit be alkaline
You a fucked up barber boy you outta line
I spit dope like Bobby Brown on that Whitney time
You take a hit and now its feelin like a heavy line
Egotistical yellin shit like Mystical
She ain't wana listen gotta free her I won't miss her bro
Keep it lyrical never give her physical
Words Got her kissin like my stomach got a mistletoe
These dudes be acting pusillanimous
They throwin shade when I shine cus they cant handle it
Barry Bonds with the hit how I'm stampin' it
02 the MVP and its unanimous
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
Yeah
Leather booth splift out with a clear cup
At the back table puttin' ice to my tear duct
Either that or in the park blowin' dro scopin'
Knowin' that the ranger out and tryna flip his low quotient
We stayin' up until the sto' open
Long term moves while you tweakin' on yo phone jokin'
A long night steady something that I go through
Tryna make a buzz like Stunnaman02
Never rock boat shoes, Vans and Timbo's
The bottom of the soul sits San Francisco
My windows crack so the water will seep through
I never sent a message but I thought it would reach you
I greet you with a nod and a eye twitch
And I don't say nothin' I be walkin' with tight lips
My light switch flickin' so I'm changing the bulb
Till the corner sto's open I'm a wait in the cold
You don't know
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
You don't know The City you don't know Oakland
Man we stayin' up until the sto' open
Homies rollin' blunts and then they keep smokin'
She aint used to this so she keep chokin'
She lovin' it
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Writer(s): Jordan Gomes
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