Christmas In Cali

All my niggas in the steets i gotta keep my heat
Pull up shooting at yo dome we don't aim at feet
Told ruele stop playing he know im finna tweak
Real bird business pull up aim the stick at yo beak
Balaclava season cause my face card gettin hot
Mr. walk you down my favorite beam is the red dot
Told my baby you my one n only i ain't fuckin thots
Nah im just playing you know im cheatin but i ain't gettin caught
Flew in from the D to cali and i brought my shit talkin
Gettin off the plane i just seen blueface crip walkin
Ksubi on my ass lil bitch like the way my drip walk in
Shut up n drop neck i dont like the way those lips talkin
(BITCH)
Before i have to go n slap yo mouth
Ern got the chop n you know he outside ya house
Told that hoe i just want the neck why you droppin blouse
Ballin in the mit but my hoe way out south (MIA)

Man y'all know what the fuck goin on man
Christmas in cali
From the 305 to the 810 to the 209

Gave my white boy the nod all he know is green-go (gringo)
Old lady trynna suck my dick out at bingo
Codiene talkin hell nah cant let this lean go (lingo)
Crackhead trynna cop a ounce for a pringle
Shot him in the ass but i still love my fiends tho
Catch a opp lackin whole gang lettin beams go
BMF shit baby drac in this mink coat (FREE MEECH)
Screamin free thugga needa let him off that rico (FREE THUGGA)
Feel like the feds finna get me next
Exotic stash in my lungs i can hardly feel my chest
Two red heads in the lab feel like Johny test
Rookie in this rap shit but im ballin like a vet (LIKE MY POPS)
Like i said in touchdown im still screamin rip hutch
Ice spice type bitch all she really do is munch
She pullin up at 10 but she eat the dick up like its lunch
Told PJ throw me them bins im trynna fuckin Punch



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Saledo
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