Got that
(Okay !)
Got that
(Okay !)
Got that Fullerton-(yeah) Aye
Got that (yeah)
Got that (wait)
(WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO!)
Aye
[Verse 1]
Got that Fullerton flow
Yelling seven one four!
Making music for the dough
Gotta get that check
Gotta get that neck
Gotta get that tech
Whats up tho
Not too long ago
In the shadows
Now I'm shining bright (Shining bright !)
Like my baby's highlight (baby's highlight!)
Gotta get my time right (time right!)
Zero degrees Fahrenheit
Look at my chain tho
Fuck these lame hoes
I got game bro
Yuh yuh
(Fuck these lame hoes !)
I got game bro
(I got game bro !)
Yuh yuh
[Verse 2]
Seven One Four money what I come for
Touch it and you're done for
Born in Anaheim
Not even in my prime
4am on my grind, coming up with rhymes
Bitch I'mma grind till the end of time when I speak my mind while I'm rhyming and shining
YUNG BEGINNING is redefining
Yeah straight outta the 714 I'm the only one you should be looking for
Aye, Yeah, for real !
What's up