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[Lil Weirdo]
I’m a border baby
From southern side of killa Cali
I was raised off top ramen
And had roaches in my keble
Not trippin off the bullshit
Man I’m trying to get this baggage
You trying to cop a benz
I’m trying to get another caddy
Gotta break bread like Jesus said homie
Hey give it up
Hey free my boy out the pen
He trying to run a muck
And all them bitches were jocking
That’s why they hating us
Out of town tricks to get that money
There ain’t no fake in us
I wake up and I bake up
Then I shake y’all to get the cake up
This bitch sucks me up everytime her and her boyfriend break up
I busted on her face
And then I fucked up her make-up
Got the plug for whatever you need
Guns, drugs and pay stubs
America’s finest city got hella gangstas
It get dangerous
You’s a broke boy
Get away from us
Hell nah you can’t hang with us
Around here, they trying to cap peel
Off that angel dust
He mad I used to fuck on his bitch
Now he wanna get em up

[Verse 2: Chunks]
Trap phone jumpin like Jordan back in 9-5
I chase checks and I never had a 9-5
Double barrel on my lap, call it siamese
And she love it if I give her ass a tight squeeze
Cause the Wally spittin if he probably trippin
Yeah I stay on that bullshit
And I ain’t talking Scotty pippin
Hoping out the whip
Wiping ashes off my pro club
She rolls with me
She gets no sleep from nose drugs
She wants to be my main squeeze baby
She think that I’m the plug
She never seen zips like these baby
But I be on my money trail
She be hittin me like come and chill
Just to get her tummy filled
I’m breaking down the walls
When I come and drill
Laying pipe and I’m showing off all my plumbing skills
And yeah she used to fake
So yeah she know it’s real
That’s the way it is
I always stay a hundred mill
[Hook]
She said she only fuck with gangstas and drug dealers
No wonder why her and her girls wanna fuck with us
And I was all in her purse
And then I tucked on her
I gave your baby momma dick cause I’m a muthafucka
Bitch you came with no bread?
You gotta get gone
He came through acting hi powered
We had to get on him
My side chick a set up hoe
Man she will hit on em
And bring em to that back alley
Let the homies get on em

[Verse 3: Stalker Loko]
I never had to chase a cat
Cause ima gangster mack
Old school ese in a padre hat
I know there’s good parts
But I came out the slums
Catching fades in the halls
And I was taking your lunch
Never got into a jam
But took 13 seconds
For bombing on some foo
Tryina get over in state prison
Probably won’t slow down
But I abide staying humble
Fucking riot kicked off
There was a fist fight rumble
From cell to cell, bunk to bunk
I was kicking these flows
Missing holidays from family
The shit gets old
Discharged 2 numbers
And still went back
But I changed my life now
All because of a rap
I be bumping Playa Mob
Put a system in my bucket
And I be sitting in traffic
Put my windows down like fuck it
Foos be tossing up dubs
Cause they recognize a thug
And I be right back at em
Like that’s right muthafucker
[Verse 4: BooBoo]
Fucking with the mob bitch
You know better
Break her for her cheddar
Ima make her throat wetter
Gang code no sweater
Clip up on the dresser
Black and ?
Me going broke? Never
Gotta get it in any weather
I’m certified you nerdified
You busters out here bluffin
You hit once, you fall in love
You sick as out here cuffin
I tell a hoe better pick up construction
Cause bitch I love money than I love fucking
No discussion
I’m out here hustling
Breaking bread with a fan
I get it out the mud or I get it out the fucking sand
California livin
Got the banger hanging out my pants
Haters looking mad
Cause they ain’t never seen a hundred grand
And fuck your man pass her to the homie
I ain’t stingy
Tomorrow night
Buss down me another pretty
She got with me
Cause she know I ain’t playing
And if you talking to my bitch
This what she saying

[Hook]
She said she only fuck with gangstas and drug dealers
No wonder why her and her girls wanna fuck with us
And I was all in her purse
And then I tucked on her
I gave your baby momma dick cause I’m a muthafucka
Bitch you came with no bread?
You gotta get gone
He came through acting hi powered
We had to get on him
My side chick a set up hoe
Man she will hit on em
And bring em to that back alley
Let the homies get on em

[Verse 5: Young Crow]
It’s Young Crow you know the name
Cause I ain’t coming polite
I pay the price then I’ll flip it
Just to make it back twice
So have the money in your hand
When I come through
You don’t understand the grind
Sorry gotta make some moves
I play it cool
But never falling for that phony shit
End up like your dead homies
With your body bag zipped
We get it cracking never acting
Trying to reach a mill
Spread the vibe through the city
Grippin’ on a steel
But there ain’t no place like the valley
Ain’t no place like the hood
From Oceanside to San Diego
We stay wishing you would
Once we all come together
There ain’t no defeat
They say that legends die young
So come and murder me

[Verse 6: Villain One]
We on some gang related shit
With a little funk twist
I’m from the west
O side muthafuckas
I don’t give a shit
Demons had me confused
Get at the enemy
Till there lips turn blue
They tried to label us
Too dangerous
They can’t hang with us
That shit is off the cuff
We straight acting up
Cause we don’t give a fuck
So tell me what you wanna do
I’m coming through with a pistol foo
And I’m aiming it straight for your dome
If you ain’t liking what I’m saying
Take your bitch ass home
We from the danger zone
Villain One
Got your bitch blowing up my cellphone