[Intro: ilysm]
Yo, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 1: ilysm]
It's a fine day in California
I'm lightin' fire and shit out front like "do I know ya?"
Rock a Catherine cut, keep a stick like a controller
Like these fight games I play, I put that glicky to your throat now
Like, damn, uh (c'mon)
I pull up on your fam, boy
Caught you in my mentions (hahaha) you a fanboy
Humble on some Twitter shit but pussy we ain't chump, chum
I walk up on that beat just still gassed when it's done, done, stupid
I count these racks up quick
I'm the flickiest alive you gotta look at my wrist
Your bitch treat you like a best friend
She give me the best head
I be smokin' 'till I feel dead, swear my plug gon' be my best man, damn
Let's dance pussy, we need to get down
Swear to god you can't keep a rhythm for like a second now
How the fuck you let me stunt dressed like this?
Dicked up in his cock swear I might just piss, c'mon

[Verse 2: sor uh]
Ayy, ayy, yuh
It's a fine day in Cali, I think
Well I don't leave my room but I can see my sons in the ring
They wanna punch at my force
They wanna knock at my door
Your page is too weak, and I don't even post anymore
Pull up in some skinny jeans, beanie, and stained hoodies
You pullin' up with no bitches, no fans, no goodies
And so scuffed, no god
I praise the one whose missing lenses in that OG [?]
That's called credit you pussies, always forget it
That's so weak, lil man
You ain't no NEET, lil man
You well adjusted, that's why you don't know them cheats lil man
I'm raising numbers faster than you move your feet lil man
See boy I'm over playing games at your speed
Ain't got no need for your feature
Figures your teeth on my bitch, so predictable
Pussies planning and pray they ain't punished
How I'm broke but you still sound like you're just me on a budget?
See I'm so bored of y'all I just can't help but not be above it
[Verse 3: ilysm]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's a fine day in California
I think I would kill myself if I had to live this sober
I got twinks on speed dial who would suck me for some boba
And they girls all in my DMs, but they not the type I go for, uh
Uh, it's a fine day in California
Huh (truce) I'll never have to know you
Don't ever hit me up if my ass rolling a doja
And if my ass pick up the phone, man, don't invite yourself over
I feel like I'm the only person here who sold some drugs
I hop up on a beat and I skate it like it's THUG
I copped an eighth last week but I'm always copping a dub
Bitch I get it how I live it, living under the sun
Uh, yo, still can't comprehend my wrist
Wallet lookin' sickly when I'm stepping out that bitch
Uh, yo, I don't care if you make more than me
This glick gon' do your taxes then do your ass up all morbidly, uh