Loma City
Niggas be lying like they be Mufasa
How you get this fly I tell em they Need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking Gallons of vodka
Fucked up, but that's how we stay This sane
Trust us, you'll never rid me of a name
I'm holding up a hell with stress that you once never could maintain
The day I quit will be the day the drugs will rid of us of our pain
I was with the bad dudes in the 661
Bullet wipe your tattoo fuck you get him from
Niggas tryna act cool till they get they shit stomped
Shooties they could rap too bouta meet my lil pump
I was with the bad dudes in the 661
Bullet wipe your tattoo fuck you get him from
Niggas tryna act cool till they get they shit stomped
Shooties they could rap too bouta meet my lil pump
In the corner grocery shopping know I gotta wear a vest
Momma tell me change my style I don't dress to impress
Turning round for just a second leave a bullet in my chest
Niggas say they stacking cheddar why they always depressed
Huh money's kinda like your girl chasing her for all your life until finally realize that shit don't brighten up your world
Dog take that shit lightly stop trying To fight me that gánster facade ain't the person that I see
Niggas be lying like they be Mufasa
How you get this fly I tell em they need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking gallons of vodka
Niggas be lying like they be Mufasa
How you get this fly I tell em they need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking gallons of vodka
Flow electric like blanka I get on the mic and make these hoes speak proper
Always feed a bitch and Now she wearing a collar
You can't put a hit on me cuz I am the shot caller
Riding round town in a Chevy impala these niggas telling me nada
I'm wearing red and the blues I just don't see what's the problem
I think ima have to revolve em revolver the problem solver
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Karma Think I'm bouta get laid tonight, boyfriend bust in and he'll pay the price
Nigga don't know me you said that you bang so show me
Oh now you say you lowkey in touch with gods like Loki
This that hocus pocus cold ass flow switch
Feature on a track then overthrow him
Hope I showed my motive swarm the beat like thousand locusts
How you get this fly I tell em they Need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking Gallons of vodka
Fucked up, but that's how we stay This sane
Trust us, you'll never rid me of a name
I'm holding up a hell with stress that you once never could maintain
The day I quit will be the day the drugs will rid of us of our pain
I was with the bad dudes in the 661
Bullet wipe your tattoo fuck you get him from
Niggas tryna act cool till they get they shit stomped
Shooties they could rap too bouta meet my lil pump
I was with the bad dudes in the 661
Bullet wipe your tattoo fuck you get him from
Niggas tryna act cool till they get they shit stomped
Shooties they could rap too bouta meet my lil pump
In the corner grocery shopping know I gotta wear a vest
Momma tell me change my style I don't dress to impress
Turning round for just a second leave a bullet in my chest
Niggas say they stacking cheddar why they always depressed
Huh money's kinda like your girl chasing her for all your life until finally realize that shit don't brighten up your world
Dog take that shit lightly stop trying To fight me that gánster facade ain't the person that I see
Niggas be lying like they be Mufasa
How you get this fly I tell em they need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking gallons of vodka
Niggas be lying like they be Mufasa
How you get this fly I tell em they need a chopper
Tell em come fly with me like I'm Francis Sinatra
Niggas sipping beer we drinking gallons of vodka
Flow electric like blanka I get on the mic and make these hoes speak proper
Always feed a bitch and Now she wearing a collar
You can't put a hit on me cuz I am the shot caller
Riding round town in a Chevy impala these niggas telling me nada
I'm wearing red and the blues I just don't see what's the problem
I think ima have to revolve em revolver the problem solver
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Karma Think I'm bouta get laid tonight, boyfriend bust in and he'll pay the price
Nigga don't know me you said that you bang so show me
Oh now you say you lowkey in touch with gods like Loki
This that hocus pocus cold ass flow switch
Feature on a track then overthrow him
Hope I showed my motive swarm the beat like thousand locusts
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Writer(s): Deanthony Gonzales
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