SoCal

I got a bad bitch from SoCal, she only smoke pressure
She come from a block where it goes down, they stay on that extra
She bangin' that red, but sippin' on Texas
Body tatted, she reppin' the set
Brawlic bitches are hardly a threat
She done been in the field with the best
You can tell that l'baby's a vet
When she coming, she coming correct
She know Papi is all 'bout a check
That's my baby, we steppin' on necks
Get the bag but we don't even flex
Haha, for real
What's the point when you really do live it?
Overlook and the hate will diminish
I can ball without leaving my pivot
That is why people look at me different
I grew flowers right after the rain
You and I are not one in the same
Say so much so it sticks in your brain
I been solid 'for cuddy was Kodak
Held it down, I just thought you should know that
Quit the violence but don't make me go back

Aye mane, say mane
I'ont know what you done heard 'bout me
Or what them folk done told you
But listen.
I'ont give a fuck about none of that
I do this shit for real
Aye, tell them folk get off my dick, yeah

I got a bad bitch from SoCal, graduated from SoCal
Baby live on her own now, she be suckin' my soul now
First to show me around town, I be feeling at home now
Hit the booth, make my soul bleed; she be loving my gold teeth
Southern players are so sweet
Never met someone like me
He say he can rap better than Papi?
That is highly unlikely
I was really down bad on my dick, she said, "Papi forgot who he is?"
You that one, don't forget that shit nigga
Get up now and make sense of it nigga
Wait around and that shit just won't ever happen
Seen you balling and stacking and really havin'
Papi gone make it happen, that's automatic
Let me get in my bag today
Ever going out sad, no way
Hold up boy, that's a flag on the front play
He be hating but never get pay
I could never be living that way (no way)

Oh, you mad?
Are you mad?
You.
You lil bitch
Are you mad?
Aye.
Lil bitch
You mad?
Aye, get off my dick
I do this shit for real
Poppin' shit in you lil niggas face