Blowfly

Look Look In a two-tone Winnebago smoking fuego And I'm shooting that shit with them old heads, what's the play, though? Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos Left them inside the whip with a substance like Ragu It's up then it's stuck, it ain't moving like a statue Welcome to L.A., 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 your mama? Where your son? Where your wallet? Where your gun? What's the problem?" This the slums, nigga Uh, Watts, nigga I dim the light bulb over your 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 get the dick, I got a bag, I'm getting rich Yeah, yeah I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she get the dick, I got a bag, I'm getting rich Yeah, yeah I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me We finna be counting 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 back seat of this hard top The Rolls, bitch, hitting corners, bitch, getting ghosted Sent out a post quick, we out here lit, you better watch your 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 nothing 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 get the dick, I got a bag, I'm getting rich Yeah, yeah I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she get the dick, I got a bag, I'm getting rich Yeah, yeah, nigga