San Pedro

I just hit hella bricks, ain't even Dorothy, bitch
Fuck on a blasian hoe, feeling like I am the shits
Extravagance and its advantages, but no
We ain't in Kansas no more, man this is sad as shit
Out here, they murderous, ain't heard of us
Stories ain't coming out of hearses
Leaving your bitch in a ditch after she serving my dish, uh, fish, uh
Don't fuck on me, yeah don't fuck with me, motherfucker

(I know what they thinking)
(Feeling like young Fring in this bitch)
(Five-oh-five)

(Five-oh, I hear five-oh)
Coming down San Pedro
This just how the day go
Count my blessings, watch as they go
Puffing on that endo, attraction is so fatal
Spread 'em like a goddamn American Eagle, ay

As the days fly by, so do I
Think they know what it's like
So why do I even fight
If I got a big bark, no bite, like right?

May they rest in peace
They never did anything
But things is out of hand
In this enchanted land, like goddamn



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Writer(s): West Ethan
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