Blowfly

Look, look

In a two tone Winnebago smokin' Fuego
And I'm shootin' that shit with the mole heads, what's the play though?
Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos
Left him inside the whip with a substance like Ragu
It's up then it's stuck, it ain't movin' like a statue
Welcome to L.A., better get at us 'fore we get at you
Now watch your back, niggas'll drive through like fast food
Cash rules, they prone to go nuts like cashews
They ask you, "Where you from?
Where yo' mama? Where yo' son?
Where yo' wallet? Where yo' gun?
What's the problem? This the slums, nigga"
Uh, Watts, nigga
I dim the lightbulb over yo' top, don't play dumb, nigga

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich
Yeah, yeah
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich
Yeah, yeah

I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me
We finna be countin' up somewhere in a 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, hittin' corners, bitch, gettin' ghosted
Sell out a post quick, we out here lit, you better watch yo' 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 nothin' 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 gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich
Yeah, yeah
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich
Yeah, yeah, nigga