These Days

Wait what happened to the music?
Okay here we go
Coming to you live from MD Records
Two bowls on the beat
Labra on the track
Yeah, we just doing big things out here
Forgive me for the simpy ass tracks in the beginning but
We really out here, here we go
Yeah

These days I'm out when it's sunset
Riding round town like I'm FedEx
Phone on dnd but they texting
Labra where you at I said curtains
I'm hanging out with Benjamin and Jackson
Sipping Don J no bourbon
Hundred percent I'm with your girl but that's my bitch I'm certain
Yeah
Put a mothafucka in his place
I'm in Santa Ana with the whole gang
Got the shawties out like buffet
They texting me on my way
(Knock, knock, knock, knock)
At my place they so sweet like parfait
You side lined I'm in the game
You hate me bitch you sound fake (You sound fake)

I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit
I don't need that shit

Check it
Flex like Alexis Rocha
Punching mothafuckas head in Ima cash out yessir
Flow so nasty it makes you want to throw up
I'm a Family Guy you can ask Lois
Riding with the mob so you know that we pourin' up
Celebrating everyday like the last one
I remember Mondays at Corona
Del Mar if you know you a real one
Blocking bullshit from my life like Ochoa
If you know me I'm heat Arizona
Got the Spanish mami's Barcelona
Losing they breathe over me pneumonia
Who the fuck's in the city like me no one
I thank God for me I'm one of one
Feeling myself no cap I'm top gun
I'm top three around these days days
Yeah
You started from the bottom but you still there
Why you think your girl having affairs
I be having her (Woooo) like Ric Flair
She be speaking in tongues like a prayer
She be making it clap like a snare
Smellin' like fruit when I'm in there
I'm like Rick Ross I eat pears
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