ROSE PETAL BEACH

The flyest
Player shit...
uh huh...
Rose petal beach...
Yea,

The spot light steady flick'n on me
No Amiri's
Just some dickies on me
That Glock 9
The only time I ever switch up homie, blaaat
Polo rugby
living hella comfy
Treat my bitch like my whips
I got em all imported out the country
An LA baby man the city raised me
It's crazy, all the struggles felt really made me
Now Pay me
Hoes want you trick just to get some pussy
Niggas rookies
I rather count hunnits on a daily
My girl take vitamins & only eat healthy
I do the same
Cause this state of mind gon keep me wealthy
Blew the roof off
I'm speeding in that 9/11
Niggas baby boys
I'm in the trap like im Melvin

I told the plug bag em up and send em
Been on my rap shit
But a hustler yea I love the feeling
2 bitches with me P but ain't nobody 3rd wheeling
This that for sure feeling
How I put these words in it
My o.g taught me how to always keep them birds hidden
And keep ya mouth closed
Cause all of these nerds snitching
Stich lips, will keep these heathens out your fuckin business
Thought it was love til your closest partner turn to witness
Pussys playing victim
On front covers how I see my image
It's El pollo how I count my chicken, count it up
Yea I love the feeling
Blowing za to the ceilings
You smell my aroma

On the smoke she choking
Yea its Californian
That's ass soft it don't need no lotion
These niggas weak and never had no motion
Better Stick to troll'n
When the winners handle business
We gon crack it open
The streets know who the coldest
Ain't no need boasting, winners
Rose petal beach



Credits
Writer(s): Niko Garcia
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