Decatur to Malibu

Thank you DJ Noble
Paranoid when I see red and blue lights
Judge know I take risks when I book flights
Getting off green got me wearing Off-White
Knocking off opps them bitches know it's on sight
Woke up this morning like I should drop Patek
Post five hundred on IG I'm gone cause havoc
Drop fifty on his head they like what happened
I'm like I don't even know, but that shit tragic
I'm like I don't even know, but that shit tragic
Huh
Yop
Can you turn this up?

She talking what went wrong
Little bitch you know you switched up
Three cell phones still begging for a pickup
Flights to Miami got some girls I need to pickup
Real lowkey blink twice and you might miss us

Bitches looking, niggas hating, that's what niggas do
Niggas pocket watching, I ain't got shit to prove
I'll pop a nigga top don't get shit confused
A hundred Jacks this week bitch I'm in the groove
Fourteen Pro Max's, fifteen hundred blues
Thousand every month, if I'm in the mood
Know a bunch of niggas eating off of selling food
Niggas click hopping, they be telling too
Bitches dicksucking, they selling pussy too
Opps stay yapping until we put them on the news
We can drive it to you, I can mail it too
Anywhere from Decatur up to Malibu
Huh
Anywhere from Decatur up to Malibu

What they say
Yop
She talking what went wrong
Little bitch you know you switched up
Three cell phones still begging for a pickup
Flights to Miami got some girls I need to pickup
Real lowkey blink twice and you might miss us
She talking what went wrong
Little bitch you know you switched up
Three cell phones still begging for a pickup
Flights to Miami got some girls I need to pickup
Real lowkey blink twice and you might miss us



Credits
Writer(s): Richie Gibbs
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