5150
I know they wanna try me so come find me
Better yet, nigga, I'm in your city
5150 all my dogs slimey
Call up any G, they gon' slide for me
I thought I told you just drop it, ops wanna see me starving
But I cook 'em on the block with chopsticks
These mouths get shut when I walk in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I walk in
I just brought a lot of money to deposit
And these diamonds on my neck keep dancin'
Shorty throwing all that ass for a savage
Now my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Yeah, my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Oh, whoa
Yeah, tats on my body
Fuckin' on that thottie
She like the way that my chain hang
Got the wave that you can't take
Gettin' racks on a slow day
Yeah, baby, I'm just trying to get my re-up
And these bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I'm next up
Yeah, took the long way home, now I speed up
Count-countin' all this bread with my feet up
Living life like a movie
Get your bitch, she a groupie
Cashing out on some jewelry
Gettin' money like I'm Tunechi
Getting money like Tunechi but keep that .40 every day
They're like how he been Peru when he was born in the Bay
Bitch, I ran to the hood, there ain't no shame about it
Two ts to the death I'm not fazed about it, yeah, yeah
I shop at Gucci, I shop at Prada
She get too moody and it's a problem
I buy her poochi, and then I solve it
Grab on her booty then I'ma ride it
Anyway you finna pull like I ain't doing that's gonna pop a nigga
You can't talk the hardest rappers, if KB ain't in the topic, nigga
And now you wanna come around to the boy pop a nigga
And now they-
I know they wanna try me so come find me
Better yet, nigga, I'm in your city
5150 all my dogs slimey
Call up any G, they gon' slide for me
I thought I told you just drop it, ops wanna see me starving
But I cook 'em on the block with chopsticks
These mouths get shut when I walk in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I walk in
I just brought a lot of money to deposit
And these diamonds on my neck keep dancin'
Shorty throwing all that ass for a savage
Now my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Yeah, my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Oh, whoa
Better yet, nigga, I'm in your city
5150 all my dogs slimey
Call up any G, they gon' slide for me
I thought I told you just drop it, ops wanna see me starving
But I cook 'em on the block with chopsticks
These mouths get shut when I walk in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I walk in
I just brought a lot of money to deposit
And these diamonds on my neck keep dancin'
Shorty throwing all that ass for a savage
Now my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Yeah, my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Oh, whoa
Yeah, tats on my body
Fuckin' on that thottie
She like the way that my chain hang
Got the wave that you can't take
Gettin' racks on a slow day
Yeah, baby, I'm just trying to get my re-up
And these bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I'm next up
Yeah, took the long way home, now I speed up
Count-countin' all this bread with my feet up
Living life like a movie
Get your bitch, she a groupie
Cashing out on some jewelry
Gettin' money like I'm Tunechi
Getting money like Tunechi but keep that .40 every day
They're like how he been Peru when he was born in the Bay
Bitch, I ran to the hood, there ain't no shame about it
Two ts to the death I'm not fazed about it, yeah, yeah
I shop at Gucci, I shop at Prada
She get too moody and it's a problem
I buy her poochi, and then I solve it
Grab on her booty then I'ma ride it
Anyway you finna pull like I ain't doing that's gonna pop a nigga
You can't talk the hardest rappers, if KB ain't in the topic, nigga
And now you wanna come around to the boy pop a nigga
And now they-
I know they wanna try me so come find me
Better yet, nigga, I'm in your city
5150 all my dogs slimey
Call up any G, they gon' slide for me
I thought I told you just drop it, ops wanna see me starving
But I cook 'em on the block with chopsticks
These mouths get shut when I walk in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I walk in
I just brought a lot of money to deposit
And these diamonds on my neck keep dancin'
Shorty throwing all that ass for a savage
Now my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Yeah, my dawgs all strapped, what's happenin'?
Oh, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Mohammed Ikram, Gilberto Benitez, Rudeboii Kb
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