Valley!

Money on my head, I ain't gon run
You should take a second cause i am not the one
Used to give a fuck, now I ain't giving none
Smoking hella fucking weed, that's that California Love
I'm a product of that valley, yes indeed
And do not speak about me, homie that's how you bleed
And bitch I ain't no killa
Something you should bet on
Better use your noggin, watch you get your head gone

Bullets in the air, better duck before your head blown
Yes I'm with my bitch, guaranteed I get my head blown
Yes my Latina, but she thicker than a redbone
Don't you make me squeeze it
Leave your ass dead gone
Maybe I don't mean it, but
Maybe you should come by just to see it to believe it
Mama told me stay away from guns
But I need them
Like Blueface baby, pull up on your block and then I bleed it
And I will not take no breaks, it's everyday and every

Every season
Went and fuck that bitch, no I did not have a reason
Went and had a kid at 20, no I didn't have a reason
And I'm balling like I'm Kobe, y'all be balling like Ariza
I get all these
Bleep
Mad cause they know I know they see it
You a nice guy, so I know that you don't mean it
And I feel like Michael Jackson cause I told the hoe to beat it
I took my shawty to the back so I could beat it

Yeah
Bitch I got a chop, the chop came with a stick
Cha cha when I slide
Cha cha in some ricks
And I really, truly, don't, won't
Ever give a shit bout
Who be getting pissed
Is it because I am him
That boy cappin and he soft
Call him beanie with a brim
Now why that boy said he gon drop
It get dropped in the bin
Why my life feel like a movie
Cause my opps never win
They really don't



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Writer(s): Austin Ambris
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