LA4AWEEK2 (feat. Swoosh God & Sloan Evans)

Check, yeah

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old ting but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old thing but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

Cappin' with talk, cappin' with G's

Chrome on my face, ice on my sleeve

Countin' me out, now they believe

Man, I'm too hot, I wanna leave

I'm off a zoot, turnin' me up

Gimme the ice, double my cup

They wanna smoke, I called the gang

Grabbed on the scope, tell 'em to duck

Money in bunches

Cash too fit, no lunges

Here's where the funds is, grands and hundreds

I've been on the grind like grundgers

Stepped on a pack, repeat, repeat

Till the bottom on the stills got bunions

Weighing up onions, T-house pungent

Straight outta London dungeons

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old ting but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old thing but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

Look

Was supposed to be in L.A. for a week but it turned to a few more

These hoes keep multiplyin', one to two and then two to four

Used to wear the same kicks, now my closet like a shoe store

Whatever you do, lil' ****, just know I could do more

I pull up, call it fashion scenes

Bad bitch that's attached to me

H copped the razor, he mad at green

Walkin' out just throwin' P's

Amnes loud and it's potent G

Rollin' scores on my **** D

If you hate on the MTP, I just SMH and then KMT

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old thing but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

I ain't the same when I'm sober

Probably got a chip on my shoulder

Had fun with my old thing but it's over

I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover

On a tour bus with the soldier

Wanna trade deuce in the holder

Never had a boss or older

Put you in a shirt or a folder

I love the snow, but the punch is more appealin'

This is Sloany, where you at? Been in L.A. here for a minute

On God, fuck a image, if I wear it then I feel it

If you tryna do me dirty, then watch me get silly

On God, I need like ten point five to feel freedom

Send the word, just the like the blap

My passport to ballerina

Gotta get Eastwood on a call, 'cause I gotta pattern me up

Back in this bitch, yeah, with the dawgs

One for my list of gallerias, on God