Tangerine (feat. Aston Mathews & Kashflow Da God)

This shit will make your girl hang my poster on her wall

These little shooters get it, spend it all at the mall

Wearing white Air Forces to the church and the prom

Been serving all week so it's all he got on

Dawg, my **** sagging with the burner

T-shirt picture of somebody who was murdered

Pour a 40 on the curb, caught a charge with the turn up

Nextel with the chirper, selling nickel bags of purple

WorldStar ****, straight up out the trap

He got money off the shits but he really can't rap

He got him a connect and he got that bag

And in broad daylight he shoot the shit out the strap

Though he got it all backwards, you can't tell him shit

If he had a thousand dollars, probably try to buy a brick

He got it in the mattress, he never had a bank

I just try to keep him safe, man that's how they play the game

Block work, all in my demeanor

White girl, '93 Beamer

This bass make your face go numb

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum

And my shooters got drums

And the money gon' come

And them chickens gon' run

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Young ****, chopper shells with the morning breath

Rock the diamonds dipped in crystal meth

Hit the set, grip the TEC

It's war time, it's target practice

You owe dimes, he charge your address

Run up in it, wipe that whole bitch out

Pray your mom ain't in it, check before he dip out

Hollow tips, hold them off, no remorse

Just 501s with tall tees to tuck the torch

Young and reckless, he ain't want your bitch, he want your necklace

Get your neck split, never coming in with what he left with

Keep the seven like Leftwich

One question, do you got a death wish?

No goals, face tats with no future

Soho, stay strapped, he gon' shoot ya

Chirp the burners, cop the new ones, no talking to 'em

Just hope you don't walk into 'em

Block work, all in my demeanor

White girl, '93 Beamer

This bass make your face go numb

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum

And my shooters got drums

And the money gon' come

And them chickens gon' run

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Hustled all winter, worked all spring

Balled all summer, killing the game

I say these **** is rich but they don't know how to dress though

I put the MF in Mannie Fresh though

She say it was sauced up, I dripped on her

Me and Chuck in the dope boy whip on ya

Young fellas built an empire right in the trap

Let's put the real trap me on the map

Now I'm riding 'round Cali smoking kush with the strap

A true hustler, never smoking, dropping off packs

UFO be like what part of the game is that?

49Er when I'm getting at a **** cap

Me, Ryan, Kaepernick

Block work, all in my demeanor

White girl, '93 Beamer

This bass make your face go numb

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum

And my shooters got drums

And the money gon' come

And them chickens gon' run

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Block work, all in my demeanor

White girl, '93 Beamer

This bass make your face go numb

Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum