Balifornia

Brunch Klub Music
I put that on my momma
2-3, Big B, Boston Bruins
Free the team, nigga

We ain't dead yet
What's happenin', lil' bitch? I'll see you Vintage, I b u
On God, on 2-3, I ain't never been no push-over
Leader of all my niggas, we feelin' like them foot soldiers

Cancellation, a confrontation, yeah, we cancel folks
stimulate your mind on something else we really cancel folks
For all those lil' niggas bangin' in it, they just be talkin
I'm the type of nigga come around and really spark you up

Chalk you up, have you smellin' like cat piss
Like God last supper, lil' nigga, that's your last dish
Most of my niggas be really higher than giraffe pussy
How you actin' tough, you know you a rat pussy

I done been contemplatin', that's so I know it's real
I told mom I ain't goin', I keep the steal
Like Martin Luther, I got a dream, I'm a young kid
I'm really itchin' for that check like a dope fiend

Coke dream, a young nigga had coke dream
Watch my uncle whip it at the pot Age of 14
I got my mind, so I'm feelin' like fuckin it
I got hit three times, so I really can't be fucked with

Uh-uh, your bitch love me, poppin' pussy on the periscope
She said she a good girl, so I can't tell soul
Yeah, uh, yeah, I be you, cousin
Yeah, I be you, nigga

Uh, yeah, I see these fake niggas like
Ight 459, you know I'm gon' hit
Hit the block, money Mitch tryna cop me a brick
On the team, you a snitch, can't tell me shit

Knee deep in the game, no, I won't quit
Nigga flexin' with them bands, he a walkin' lick
Nigga, that's your girlfriend, you is not no pimp
I got flame, put it on my name

Two, three, money gang, fuck that shit that you claim
Ninety-three, all I spit, free steez for your bitch
Gotta watch out for snakes, you know niggas ain't shit
Hop out, strip shit, boy, I need the whole fit

You know vintage gon' go, my nigga a straight pitch
Slick like Rick, Mr. Smoke, a whole zip
Better stay up in your lane, my niggas is gon' trip
I'ma get respect from a nigga or a bitch

Yeah, I'm barefaced, gotta eat the whole clip
Still JJ world, I'm finna lock down shit
Grind all summer, get it poppin' like Chris
Nigga turned his back on me, pulled up, he got sick

And my big Sean voice, they ain't fuckin' with the clique
Real shit, wait, hold up, man, these hoes tore up
Muggin' at the party, man, these niggas don't know us
Said, you bought that life, lil' mama, you gotta show us

Watch out for them snakes, I'm just tryna get my dough up
Run it like Kash Doll I'ma stunt my ass off
Blowin' on loud, hit your chest like a fastball
Man, I got gas, feelin' like DB

Speakin' on my name, man, these niggas wanna be me
You gotta get it active, you can't get it from the TV
The world in my palm, I can feel it like KeKe
Vintage eating spinach, brunch Klub lieutenant

Suit and tie fresh, cause we really bout business
Call a homicide, I ain't leavin' no witness
Ain't no flexin', no stuntin', I need lotto cash
Couple niggas got smashed, tryna chase that bag

Know a nigga got smashed, tryna chase that bag
It ain't funny when it's your turn, nigga
Closest niggas do you dirty when it's your turn, nigga
I be on my repo bout to lurk on a nigga

Gotta put the fam first, can't be fuckin' with niggas
It ain't funny when it's your turn, nigga
Closest niggas do you dirty when it's your turn, nigga
I be on my repo bout to lurk on a nigga

Gotta put the fam first, can't be fuckin' with niggas