You got me fucking like a rockstar baby whipping in the whip hotel hop who the fuck gonna stop me baby
Verse 2
Take 10.15.20 ounces
Something like it
We wait a lil bit
I put my skirt on then we fucking
And we don't gotta lie we always keep it 100
And so we sleep on it
Then back on this same shit again
A
He in the game
I'm in the game
We both got fame
We litty main
Hips out
Take a pic
Send it out
He want it
He got a show
I got a show
He cop the bag
I cop the dough
We meet back up
Then rock the boat
Gemini so Im twice with it
I love u likе there's three
And u know what to do with it
So I'm gunna give it all to you
I'm down for you
I'm down for you yеa yea yea
And u know we turn it up
I light the blunt
I'm really from
I'm really from oak park
I'm really from the ghetto
I'm really from these streets
The type of place u won't say hello
Throw up the P
Bigler is the street
It's right in the middle of Broadway
And Martin Luther king
Got homies I can call
One press on the dial log
My daddy got a hold of me
Took me from sac the sac town streets
He said come to LA. And be a queen
I'm think I' feeling the prince of bell l air
Front he streets to the Hollywood stairs
Best of both worlds it's Not even fair
I put in work
And that's why I'm here
What u thought or u heard
There
I'll really throw it up
I really got homies I do
G ain't the only white rapper
From the bay
Getting paid
In la I got my little dog
I got a louis purse
I got a lit ass car
I step out and the paparazzi flash
I call my social crowd
We make a scene we make it clap
I heard it's a birthday so we getting lit
We throw it down on my Wednesday
Warwick shit
And don't forget where we come from baby
This la life is great but that Norte life go brazy
