LA

Million dollar cell phone, said it on the last song
Going back to Cali soon as I get these bags gone

Waiting on the mailman, feel like I'm
On a stake out (Stake out)
I know niggas with life, and everyday they try to break out (Break out)
I told her we can't go out, she can call and order take out (Take out)
But don't be trying to kiss and shit, cause I don't like to make out (I don't like that)
The first time we hit LA we made 30k on payout (Payout)
We just be taking chances, we don't know how shit gone play out

I just bought me some pounds (Some pounds)
I hope that shit touch down (Down)
My homie keep some dog food like he work at the pound (Pound)
Shoot back to the city, I ain't got time, I just got weight
So I ain't got time to wait (I ain't got time to wait)

Pistols, we got a few (Few) it's a stick in the booth (Booth)
Went to Louisiana, I had the stick in the boot (The boot)
Ride with one in the head I'll put one in yo head
If I don't make it past the yellow light I'm clutching at the red

You ain't street nigga, You ah entertainer like Ced
All week nigga, picking up and dropping off meds

Lately I been trappin at yo baby mama house (Yo baby mama house)
I think it's funny cause you really think y'all bonding now (You think y'all bonding)
Soon as I pull up, I pull my Johnson out (Pull out my Johnson)
Bought all these sandwich bags I think I should be sponsored now
(I should be sponsored)
Won't do too much for Instagram cause we got real grams
They come and get it and they spinning like a ceiling fan

You think he got it but he flexing, he the middle man (He the middle man)
He a Wayans brother that nigga a little man (He a little man)
Right now I'm so high off this x pill I might need a xan (I might need a xan)
And I might tell yo girlfriend to come and bring a friend (Bring a friend)
And I might tell yo girlfriend to come and bring a friend



Credits
Writer(s): Ja'cori Wynn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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