Oakland

Haha

Matt, what up?

Gudda Tay on every beat, ****

I got like, five figures worth of cash on me

Five pounds worth of gas on me (48 Hertz)

On God

I'm in Oakland like a Raider

A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance

Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it"

Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided

They book us for shows, they dated

We get the front end, go crazy

We pickin' up back ends, shit crazy

Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn)

I got a sack, them **** faded

Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato

Racks stacked up, shit felt like potato

Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though

Rock the Off-White like mayo

I took them bands to the Fargo

Yeah we got tan, narco

Tryna see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio

I'm tryna see how fast my car go

I'm tryna see how fast I count slow

Let the top back and I let my charm show

Stack up the racks from them shows and them narcos

Roll a spliff, I'ma stuff it with fronto

Hit the bitch and didn't even give a convo

Hit the gas, it got horse just like bronco, huh

Louis V, all of my pants cost hunchos, yeah

I do this shit for Lil Domo, huh

Plug drop it off on the front door, here

I was down bad every year

Me, I'm so up in the sky, I can't hear

Mud over here, why hell he drinkin' beer?

Twenty-five racks on my wrist and it's clear

In the sky in the private jet, Lear

I'ma land in Oakland, I got bands on me or they near

I'm in Oakland like a Raider

A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance

Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it"

Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided

They book us for shows, they dated

We get the front end, go crazy

We pickin' up back ends, shit crazy

Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn)

I got a sack, them **** faded

Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato

Racks stacked up, shit felt like potato

Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though

Rock the Off-White like mayo

I took them bands to the Fargo

Yeah we got tan, narco

I try to see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio

Mama had cried when I pulled all them racks out the Fargo (On God)

We done came a long way from the bando

Hop on the Lear and we fly to the show

Pickin' up backend 'fore we walk through the front door

We gon' keep goin' up, we ain't never goin' broke

We ain't never had shit but we always had hope

Diamonds all over my neck do jump rope (Jump)

My shit a thousand a squirt

I spend a thousand, she twerk

We havin' Percs like we fuck with the nurse

Shit deep in the street but it really get worse

They couldn't believe that we came out the dirt

Smokin' gelato, that shit made my chest hurt

Get off your ass and go get a check first

Hit this shit from the back, but I get the neck first

I'm in Oakland like a Raider

A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance

Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it"

Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided

They book us for shows, they dated

We get the front end, go crazy

We pickin' up back ends, shit crazy

Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn)

I got a sack, them **** faded

Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato

Racks stacked up, shit felt like potato

Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though

Rock the Off-White like mayo

I took them bands to the Fargo

Yeah we got tan, narco

Try to see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio

Matt, what up?

Gudda Tay on every beat, ****