Sausalito

[Intro: Larry June] Bitch, these cost twelve hundred, fuck you mean Straight up You see that little red stripe n shit, Prada You know what I’m saying Somethin' slight Yeah, might get that Cartier next I don’t give a fuck Fuck all the politics, nigga I am the politics Realest nigga in this shit Bitch ass nigga [Verse 1: Larry June] Touched down at Sausalito Took the bitch for calamari Fuck the club, I’d rather count this money And make some more tomorrow Corvette, never drive it Left it parked in Vallejo Tuck spot in San Mateo Nigga I’ve been doing well Twenty thousand dollar ring And nigga I ain’t post it still Fuck that small shit, bitch I need that house in the hills Never popped a pill, never squeal Bitch, step it up I’m on some other shit bitch I don’t even get my hoodies dirty I pay my bills early Shit you gotta pay ‘em anyway Took the fee from the bitch She paying niggas anyway I get these bitches houses out the way I don’t never stay New Chanel bag, Cartier, bitch going crazy Sipping on this tea, I might chill out and read the paper Fresh white tee, Prada sweats, chilling at Bodega I can only take you out for lunch, no hanging later I’m two deep Snow Bunnied up and I’m checking paper There’s too much ice in the face, I can’t read the date You say you never had a real nigga You gon’ learn today Working on my credit, shit I might just take a trip today Bitch brought me sliced in half oranges on a golden plate My life’s smooth I’m popping wheelies up and down the Golden Gate When your money reach a certain level, haters gon’ hate I don’t got no time to drive my whips I be outta state Touch down in Vegas Smoke the wood with my nigga Trey I’m running kinda late But I still got some shit to say Louis V duffel by the door, bitch I gotta skate Playa shit [Outro: Larry June] Yeah They say June, fuck that trap We want that playa shit Man, I need some shit that I can mack to That playa shit Ay, ay, ay Yeah That playa shit My nigga K.FISHA on the beat by the way Cali shit nigga Smoking Cali stigs nigga