California

Longway a nasty dealer, pull up with bitch in a vert

Italian jeans, Ferragamo Shirt

I look like I'm plugging and serving work

Jackin' and Juggin' I do plenty dirt

Have pharmacy drugs like I'm a nurse

Tussin' that pourin', I'm scratchin' my arms

Grits, I got the molly by bricks

The spot in the trenches, they passing that dough

I put that shit on and get at your ho

Crocodile hundred, the tip of my toe

Stars on my ankle, Givenchy they wishin'

Arm and Hammer, Mr. Egg Beater

Cook up your favorite dish, let you swipe your card for a brick

With a snub-nose, 44 bulldog, and the St. Bernard with the dick

They viscous, now don't fuck around and get bit

Shook all like a red nose pit

I'm in the A, but I be kickin' hippy shit

Water the OG and go to Chenchita

I be on some drop the ticket shit

Come fuck with me, don't go fuck with your people

MPA Bandcamp, she finna keep ‘em

Still got bag drops on my beeper

And I still get you wacked, fuckin' around with my people

Beat ‘em with a bat like I'm Benny Segal

Neighborhood Crip come through just like the reaper

Load up your shit and go sip and smoke reefer

Got a rollie on my wrist, 40 pointers

Bought that shit, servin' different people

Peewee been Og like Dirty Harry

Like a junky noddin’ on a needle

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I put the bags in the trenches for cheap

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

Young **** bangin' on every street

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I put the bags in the trenches for cheap

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

Young **** bangin' on every street

I turn my hood to California, Og Gas bag 33

Juggin' in the trap, it's Zone 3

I front the young **** that's in the street

Run the traphouse like a 24

Pull up to the Hill, that's stop-n-go

Trapping Balenciaga, I'm the dealer

Balling, **** dressing like I'm Pablo

And I got it for the Low (For the low!)

Drop it off right at the door

Don't play with my scrilla, got young blue gorilla's

They bangin' the hood and they turning locs

I turn my to Cali, Bricks on the boat

In the trenches, I'm a work me a hoe

We juggin' OG out the front and back door

Hundred round drums I'm a calico

(Longway Bitch!)

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I put the bags in the trenches for cheap

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

Young **** bangin' on every street

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I put the bags in the trenches for cheap

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

I turn my hood to California

Young **** bangin' on every street