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 **** 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 before we get at you

Now watch your back, ****'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, ****"

Uh, Watts, ****

I'll dim the light bulb over your top, don't play dumb, ****

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she get the stick, 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 stick, 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 the 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 backseat 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 stick, 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 stick, I got a bag, I'm getting rich

Yeah, yeah, ****