Blowfly (with Ab-Soul)

Look, look

In a two tone Winnebago smokin' Fuego

And I'm shootin' that shit with the mole heads, what's the play though?

Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos

Left him inside the whip with a substance like Ragu

It's up then it's stuck, it ain't movin' like a statue

Welcome to LA, better get at us 'fore we get at you

Now watch your back, niggas'll drive through like fast food

Cash rules, they prone to go nuts like cashews

They ask you, "Where you from?

Where yo' mama? Where yo' son?

Where yo' wallet? Where yo' gun?

What's the problem? This the slums, nigga"

Uh, Watts, nigga

I dim the lightbulb over yo' top, don't play dumb, nigga

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich

Yeah, yeah

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich

Yeah, yeah

I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me

We finna be countin' up somewhere in a Airbnb

After we smoke, we gon' meditate for the energy

I promise not to give you a hard time like the DMV

Just hard rock all up in them guts, make your heart stop

Bring it back to life in the backseat of this hard-top

The Rolls, bitch, hittin' corners, bitch, gettin' ghosted

Send out a post quick, we out here lit, you better watch yo' bitch

And after all that, I gotta vanish

Like a message 'bout to self-destruct, shit, don't even panic

I gotta get back to the gravel, the turf, the granite

Don't take nothin' for granted, still go back how I manage

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich

Yeah, yeah

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich

Yeah, yeah, nigga