[Verse 1]
Sipping on this codeine
Smoking on this OG
Acting like they know me
Yeah I’m making bank, smoking on this dank
Pull up to the hotel and give my girl a spank
Trapping out the block with two phones
One for the bitches and one for the hoes
We out in Daly City, all we do is winning
I’m taking economics, yeah this shit so chronic
Getting hella faded with the ballin supersonics
Get off social media and all of the electronics
Get up in that pussy, making me a sandwich and doing all the cooking
You can bet that I can merk it
Talk about they ballin but they shopping up at Mervyn’s
Whole paycheck on JC Penney, all this fucking gold on me, it's getting pretty heavy
Gang over everything, married to the money with a wedding ring, aye
Waking and I'm baking, these fuckboys keep on hating
Kiss me through the phone, she's communicating
Promethazine, codeine, yeah you know I'm hella faded
Money making machine down 680 and 280
All these n***as jealous that I'm going off the matrix
Drunk as fucking hell, yeah I'm fuckin' hella wasted
I'm blowing so much smoke but I ain't fuckin' with that vape shit
Hypebeasts staying out all night for that bape shit

[Hook]
Daly City, all we do is winning
Whole team fuckin' winning

[Verse 2]
I'm in the studio, yeah I'm making art
3 pointers behind the arc, taking shots in the dark
This n***a Mr. Dwyer, yo can you just retire
Writing up these lyrics, man my bars are just straight fire
My bars are just straight fire
Submachine guns running on suppressed
Outsmarting all these n***as like it's a game of chess
Staying woke, just let me hit the smoke
I don't fuck with n***as that are broke
Shea Salinas, the genius
Slap these bitches with my penis, unload the semen
Do these hoes really believe in Jesus?
Rolling up these Backwoods, I smoke it by the ounce, I smoke it by the pound
On the BART, acting like this shit's a playground