YG, Shoreline Mafia HOLLYWOOD
Yeah (Damn James) 400 Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign Smokin', drinkin’, fuckin' And the opps, they ain't on nothing Got it on me when I’m in the function Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin' Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit This some West coast shit you can't fuck wit' South Central, all the way to Sunset From Bompton all the way to Sunset I ain’t bomin’ if I can't bring the gun in If I’m bomin' then you know I bring some Bloods in Blood in, blood out, bitch, we thuggin Throwin' up gang signs On that fuck the opps shit so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime Chances, I'ma take mines Good pussy, gotta fly across state lines Yeah, got your lady spoiled Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil Yeah, got your lady spoiled Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil Smokin’, drinkin', fuckin' And the opps, they ain't on nothing Got it on me whеn I'm in the function Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin' Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit This some Wеst coast shit you can't fuck wit' South Central, all the way to Sunset From Hollywood all the way to Bompton Think about Nip when I'm on Slauson Selling hoes on Fig like an auction When you approach me, do it with some caution I just turned Coachella into Hochella And I got it on me, I'm a known felon Catch a case, take a charge, I don't do no tellin' Don't do no arguin', don't do no yellin' Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage You can tell I'm cuttin' up, startin' to look like Johnny Cage Sell good cocaine on my burst free range Bitch, I came from the trenches, shoot-outs and runnin' fades Smokin', drinkin', fuckin' And the opps, they ain't on nothing Got it on me when I'm in the function Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin' Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit This some West coast shit you can't fuck wit' South Central, all the way to Sunset This that West Coast shit you can't fuck with I got her suckin' on my dick, she got the duck lips Freaky ass bitch, wanna fuck me with no condom Wipe a nigga nose, if we spot 'em then we on him, bitch (Yeah, we on 'em) You see the boogers on the face like I'm sick You try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doin' dicks (Doin' dicks) She showin' out, she doing tricks I bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits (Ayy) I love the way she make it grip (Ayy) I might let you give me head, baby, but don't kiss me on my lips We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP Let a nigga try to trip, we throwin' bullets in this bitch Let a nigga trip, he gon' get a facelift That forty Glock got him doin' the Matrix All the pretty hoes gon' play this Joey Bada$$ gon' hate this Smokin', drinkin', fuckin' And the opps, they ain't on nothing Got it on me when I'm in the function Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin' Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit This some West coast shit you can't fuck wit' South Central, all the way to Sunset
