Anaheim

Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
Rollin' through my city in new whip (aye yuh)
Broke boy for too long I had to flip (aye yuh)
Remember when I couldn't afford the fit (aye yuh)
Now this water on me, let it drip(aye)
Niggas talkin' down on my boys, bitch I notice
Smith and Wesson, come off that hip, leave you focused
My niggas talkin crazy cause they know that shit, know that shit, know that shit, know That shit, know that shit

All you niggas cappin' in your stories Me, my niggas have adventures, man this shit like Rick and Morty
Cop the foreign for the weekend, it go beep beep in your stories, shit
Niggas talk too much, you just a bit bit, and you know that shit
Bitch you know too much, you in my business can't ignore that shit, we dead that shit
Put it like to bed, and shit, I don't got the
Time for no rumors, I dodge wit maneuvers
When opps fall on their side, the darker my humor get
Bitches Still choosin, that's good for the hubris
I'm moe on the beat, why I ought to go stupid (why i oughta)

Rollin' through my city in new whip (aye yuh)
broke boy for too long I had to flip (aye yuh)
Remember when I couldn't afford the fit (aye yuh)
Now this water on me, let it drip(aye)
Niggas talkin' down on my boys, bitch I notice
Smith and Wesson, come off that hit, leave you focused
My niggas talkin crazy cause they know that shit, know that shit, know that shit, know that shit, know that shit

(Its really different)
(Its really)
(Its really different)

Okay, then boss up
We ain't never lackin bout that action, we can start some
Niggas think they ballin till they see us, they can't cross us
Ain't no Judas eatin' at my table, let em starve some
These niggas really demons in my head,
It really ain't shit, niggas don't miss, better calm dog, before he get fixed
Cross my dogs, I go John Wick, we don't play fetch with none of these sticks
Niggas done lied, them deals make em fold, they sellin' they soul, and what did they get
New whip, buss down like what did I miss
They still in the hood, aint none of them rich,
But they can't fuck with me (Aye) I wrap around them Relay,
They always want some beef (Aye), but know I keep the peace (Aye)
I shoot the ground he know balet, that boy gone hit a plie
Ok, don't talk about it, be about it, get a bag or get to somethin boy you frontin ok
I'm back in my zone, back to me healin my heart I was gone
Back to me setting intentions on gettin it
Don't got no time for her, I'm back in the wrong
Back to me droppin' some hits, and they back to back, took a gamble, I'm back on a roll
Had to go settle the score
They putting up points but they sleep, man I'm good in the 4, thats what they should know

Niggas be talkin', don't know what we be on
Stay out the way so my moves, you don't see em
Get to the money, till I see some freedom
Until then you all in the way (hmm)
Niggas be talkin', don't know what we be on
Stay out the way so my moves, you don't see em
Get to the money, till I see some freedom
Until then you all in the way (hmm)

(Aye yuh)
Rollin' through my city in new whip (aye yuh)
Broke boy for too long I had to flip (aye yuh)
Remember when I couldn't afford the fit (aye yuh)
Now yo bitch all on me and my dick



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Writer(s): Santana Troutman
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