HOLLYWOOD

[Intro: OhGeesy, YG & Ty Dolla $ign]

Yeah

(damn james!)

400

Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign

[Chorus: OhGeesy & YG]

Smokin', drinkin’, fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothing

Got it on me when I’m in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset (Uh)

[Verse 1: YG]

From Bompton all the way to Sunset

I ain’t bomin’ if I can't bring the gun in

If I’m bomin' then you know I bring the Bloods in

Blood in, blood out, bitch, we thuggin

Throwin' up gang signs

On that fuck the opps shit so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime

Chances, I'ma take mines

Good pussy, gotta fly across state lines

Yeah, got your lady spoiled

Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Yeah, got your lady spoiled

Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil

[Chorus: OhGeesy]

Smokin’, drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothing

Got it on me whеn I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some Wеst Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]

From Hollywood all the way to Bompton

Think about Nip when I'm on Slauson

Selling hoes on Fig like an auction

When you approach me, do it with some caution

I just turned Coachella into Hochella

And I got it on me, I'm a known felon

Catch a case, take a charge, I don't do no tellin'

Don't do no arguin', don't do no yellin'

Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage

You can tell I'm cuttin' up, startin' to look like Johnny Cage

Sell good cocaine on my burst free range

Bitch, I came from the trenches, shoot-outs and runnin' fades

[Chorus: OhGeesy]

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothing

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]

This that West Coast shit you can't fuck with

I got her suckin' on my dick, she got the duck lips

Freaky ass bitch, wanna fuck me with no condom

Wipe a nigga nose, if we spot 'em then we on him, bitch (Yeah, we on 'em)

You see the boogers on the face like I'm sick

You try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doin' dicks (Doin' dicks)

She showin' out, she doing tricks

I bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits (Ayy)

I love the way she make it grip (Ayy)

I might let you give me head, baby, but don't kiss me on my lips

We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP

Let a nigga try to trip, we throwin' bullets in this bitch

[Verse 4: YG]

Let a nigga trip, he gon' get a facelift

That forty Glock got him doin' the Matrix

All the pretty hoes gon' play this

Joey Bada$$ gon' hate this

[Chorus: OhGeesy]

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothing

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]

(damn james!)

Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign