Santa Monica (feat. King Shondo)
Now I gotta run this bag up
I ain't got time for these niggas getting mad uh
Bitches callin' me tellin' me they wanna fuck now
Cause we up now
Tell they ass wassup now (wassup)
I'm runnin' cross country feel like Forrest Gump now
I got funds
I jus got 2 zips with 8 different strains for the price of one
I just got too lit she suckin' my dick for the price of none
Ever since I popped on I swear this life shit been a lil fun
Got the 40, XD
Nigga try to test me got the Glock with the drum piece
Fuck around and die we doin' drops up in Cali
Smokin' in the sun sippin' drop, switchin' lanes man I need a new name
Money Spread
Ion even want that bitch no mo she gave me funny head
Ion even want that stylist no mo she gave me funny dreads
Niggas be poppin' them fake ass yerks them bitches be funny meds
I had to write a letter to my uncle hope he get a bond
My Glock hotter than the sun it might need some Gold Bond
I done lost so many of my niggas unbreakable bond
Man I really really miss my dogs
God knows I done seen it all
Me and my brothers we done seen it all
We on the block man we was havin' fun shootin' dice it was fives and ones
In the streets we was ridin' bikes
Now we always gotta keep a pipe
X or the xan
Pick which hand
One of these bitches got 5 on folks and one of these bitches got 10
One of these bitches came fried on folks and one of these bitches got Hen'
The Louis V's be gettin me high so me and them bitches locked in
We gone box him in
Folk hop out the back of the seat and let the 50 spin (spin)
Hit that bitch from the back, she look at me she grin
Put her shit thru next, she finna give me 10
I got bitches off the X all around me
She say she want love but it's the x talking
Santa Monica
Santa Monica
Santa Monica
Feel like God on a sand beach
Bro we in Miami
Posted with the family
Nigga ain't no fake shit
This is not the Grammy's
She gone drop her panties
She be off the xannies
She got Only Fannies
She my Billy Mandy
Damn near be my Sandy
She gone get the Plan B
Yea that bitch is handy but RIP my Granny
Man I miss the candy
I beat cuzo with Randy
Can't forget the family
I ain't got time for these niggas getting mad uh
Bitches callin' me tellin' me they wanna fuck now
Cause we up now
Tell they ass wassup now (wassup)
I'm runnin' cross country feel like Forrest Gump now
I got funds
I jus got 2 zips with 8 different strains for the price of one
I just got too lit she suckin' my dick for the price of none
Ever since I popped on I swear this life shit been a lil fun
Got the 40, XD
Nigga try to test me got the Glock with the drum piece
Fuck around and die we doin' drops up in Cali
Smokin' in the sun sippin' drop, switchin' lanes man I need a new name
Money Spread
Ion even want that bitch no mo she gave me funny head
Ion even want that stylist no mo she gave me funny dreads
Niggas be poppin' them fake ass yerks them bitches be funny meds
I had to write a letter to my uncle hope he get a bond
My Glock hotter than the sun it might need some Gold Bond
I done lost so many of my niggas unbreakable bond
Man I really really miss my dogs
God knows I done seen it all
Me and my brothers we done seen it all
We on the block man we was havin' fun shootin' dice it was fives and ones
In the streets we was ridin' bikes
Now we always gotta keep a pipe
X or the xan
Pick which hand
One of these bitches got 5 on folks and one of these bitches got 10
One of these bitches came fried on folks and one of these bitches got Hen'
The Louis V's be gettin me high so me and them bitches locked in
We gone box him in
Folk hop out the back of the seat and let the 50 spin (spin)
Hit that bitch from the back, she look at me she grin
Put her shit thru next, she finna give me 10
I got bitches off the X all around me
She say she want love but it's the x talking
Santa Monica
Santa Monica
Santa Monica
Feel like God on a sand beach
Bro we in Miami
Posted with the family
Nigga ain't no fake shit
This is not the Grammy's
She gone drop her panties
She be off the xannies
She got Only Fannies
She my Billy Mandy
Damn near be my Sandy
She gone get the Plan B
Yea that bitch is handy but RIP my Granny
Man I miss the candy
I beat cuzo with Randy
Can't forget the family
Credits
Writer(s): King Shondo
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