Encino
Don't be afraid of rejection, just keep slayin'
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
When I'm on the scene, bitch, I'm Gucci'd down
We got felonies, we got hundred rounds
Smoking on loud, can't hear
Sipping on lean, not beer (What?)
We gon' really slide, really slide
We gon' really slide, really slide
Woo, ah
Ah, ah, ah
We out in Beverly, somewhere in the hills
I'm on her body, I'm tryna get me a feel
My niggas crazy, they all shoot to kill
I get them packs in through the mail
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't kiss and tell
You an opp, you get popped on a skillet
Heat a nigga up just like a biscuit
Whippin' up the dope up like it's Nesquik
I got that stick on me, ready for action
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You see the deep in my eyes
Tell me the truth, no lies
Bitch, I'm higher than a kite
She ride on that dick like a bike
Knock his ass out like Mike
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
Uh, big AR on me, big like Julian Melon
Damn, she look 21 but she 27, uh
Fuckin' that bitch, I killed her soul, I sent her ass to heaven
Baldhead, white bitch, I call her Eleven
Hop out the Porsche, it was me and cool
I'm in the Hellcat still with coons
Smoking on dope, we hotbox in the room
I'm the thot slayer, I'm fuckin' her tombstone
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
When I'm on the scene, bitch, I'm Gucci'd down
We got felonies, we got hundred rounds
Smoking on loud, can't hear
Sipping on lean, not beer (What?)
We gon' really slide, really slide
We gon' really slide, really slide
Woo, ah
Ah, ah, ah
We out in Beverly, somewhere in the hills
I'm on her body, I'm tryna get me a feel
My niggas crazy, they all shoot to kill
I get them packs in through the mail
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't kiss and tell
You an opp, you get popped on a skillet
Heat a nigga up just like a biscuit
Whippin' up the dope up like it's Nesquik
I got that stick on me, ready for action
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You see the deep in my eyes
Tell me the truth, no lies
Bitch, I'm higher than a kite
She ride on that dick like a bike
Knock his ass out like Mike
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
Uh, big AR on me, big like Julian Melon
Damn, she look 21 but she 27, uh
Fuckin' that bitch, I killed her soul, I sent her ass to heaven
Baldhead, white bitch, I call her Eleven
Hop out the Porsche, it was me and cool
I'm in the Hellcat still with coons
Smoking on dope, we hotbox in the room
I'm the thot slayer, I'm fuckin' her tombstone
Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real niggas feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons
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Writer(s): Kevin Ray Gainer
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