[Intro: Larry June]
How you doin', baby?
You lookin' real beautiful today
(Cardo Got Wings)
It's good, tap in
Just pull up on me, I mean, it ain't really shit to do
You know what I mean? We can go hiking or something
Something very peaceful, you know what I mean?
What's happening? Tap in (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Larry June]
I been wantin' this bitch for a minute (For a minute, damn)
The bitch tapped in, so I'm cleanin' off my rims (Rims)
Make sure my white tee crispy (Damn, crispy)
I'm goin' to her crib, so my .45 with me (Damn, with me)
A nigga gotta stay on his toes (Toes, damn)
Is the bitch really single? You never really know (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Off top, I took that chance (Chance, damn)
She cooked a nigga dinner, then a nigga got them pants (Pants)
Now, I'm back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me)
Took the lock off the steering wheel, it's time to go (Damn)
This for the girls in San Jo (San Jo)
Stockton, Modesto, she choosin' for sure (Damn, damn, sure)
Bitch, drink a smoothie (Smoothie), do some yoga (Man)
And make sure it don't got a odor (Good job)
Me and Kilo used to sit 'em down in the V
On my momma, I was 19 whippin' 550, what's happening?
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the shit (Damn, then I swing the shit)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the bitch (Numbers)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream (Damn, dream)
Stylin', profilin', keepin' shit P (Man, P)
The hoe never met another nigga like me (Damn, numbers)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Damn)
[Verse 2: Black C]
I'm up early in the mornin' (Aye), lightin' up a deuce
Sippin' champagne mimosa with that organic juice (Uh-huh)
Stayin' healthy on a bitch like my nephew Larry June (Larry June)
We some project niggas, so you know we pay dues
Yeah, I put in that work, do I make it look easy? (That work)
Do I get money? Is that meat greasy? (Uh-huh)
Pull up on a breezy, ask her what it do (Aye, what it do?)
I'm out here chasin' blue strips, bitch, what about you? (What about you?)
You can hop up in this foreign if you really with the shit (With the shit)
If she not about a dollar, I don't really need the bitch
I really just be mackin' (Uh-huh), tryna motivate her (Yeah)
A boss, not a captain, so I ain't tryna save her
Never been a hater, I'm more like a gangster (Uh-uh)
I rep that RBL in the city of them players
Frisco, Frisco where you gotta pack a pistol
Stay away from sucker shit and stay up on your tip-toe (Yeah)
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the shit (Damn, then I swing the shit)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the bitch (Numbers)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream (Damn, dream)
Stylin', profilin', keepin' shit P (Man, P)
The hoe never met another nigga like me (Damn, numbers)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Good job)
[Verse 3: Larry June]
I'm just gettin' lined up, but the 40 on me (On me)
'Cause everywhere I go (Yeah) everybody know me (Know me)
If the bitch didn't want me back then, now she on it (On it)
You better have your shit together, bitch, or I don't want it (Want it)
Full time father (Father), I want it then I'm coppin' (Coppin')
Took the pin out the chop, automatic whopper (Whopper)
Now, I'm off to Vallejo 'cause the bitch pay more (Pay more)
Check trap, then a nigga dippin' like queso
Back to the motherfuckin' City (City)
I cross two bridges (Damn), my Black bitch with me (With me)
When I get that Cash App, I dance like Diddy (Diddy)
Pineapple smoothie, my whip so shitty (Smoothie, man, good job)
I don't need shit from a nigga, I'm a boy (Damn, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I like candy on my motherfuckin' toys (On my toys, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Skrrt, swingin', mobbin' (Damn, mobbin', damn)
Numbers, runnin' up commas, good job (Man, commas)
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this, yeah)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the shit (Swing that shit)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the bitch (I don't need that bitch)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream
Stylin', profilin', keepin' shit P (Aye, aye, numbers)
The hoe never met another nigga like me (Damn)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Damn, man)
[Outro: Larry June]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't need that—
I don't want that—man, off top, nigga
Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
