Oakland Man
[Intro]
‘Leven hunnid
Thirteen hunnid my cousin
*Oh Yo Bitch was on this one*
[Verse]
Two shot man you really did yo’ thang on this one
Hella funk town n***as with me and we bangin’ different
OG n***as told me cut the grass because the snakes is hidden
Always had a janky-ass mug, check my baby pictures
N***as see me out and get to pointing’, I’m a famous n***a
I ain’t never heard of lone wold being tamed, lil n***a
Bought my lil n***a two K’s and not the game, my n***a
[?] tried to rat me out, he tried to frame me, n***a
Nah, let me get back again
Always track the fuckin’ tracking’ numbers ’til yo package in
The bitch thought ‘lеven hunnid was vegan, I bring the cabbagе in
And I accept them free bands with an open hand
Mitch got the stick, I got the drum, we an Oakland band
White kid seen me and he said, “Mom that’s Oakland man”
We was ‘posed to do the brick, this n***a stole a gram
And what the fuck you throwin’ up up in my photograph
A opp n***a just called my phone, “can I get my 40 back?”
Grandmama found my first pistol and was like, “Who sold you that?”
And if I ain’t keep my lips sealed she would have sold it back
And you was poppin’ for a minute but now yo’ soda flat
Call of Duty when we shoot him, where my soldiers at?
And fucked this bitch until she stupid, her eyes rolling back
‘Leven hunnid
Thirteen hunnid my cousin
*Oh Yo Bitch was on this one*
[Verse]
Two shot man you really did yo’ thang on this one
Hella funk town n***as with me and we bangin’ different
OG n***as told me cut the grass because the snakes is hidden
Always had a janky-ass mug, check my baby pictures
N***as see me out and get to pointing’, I’m a famous n***a
I ain’t never heard of lone wold being tamed, lil n***a
Bought my lil n***a two K’s and not the game, my n***a
[?] tried to rat me out, he tried to frame me, n***a
Nah, let me get back again
Always track the fuckin’ tracking’ numbers ’til yo package in
The bitch thought ‘lеven hunnid was vegan, I bring the cabbagе in
And I accept them free bands with an open hand
Mitch got the stick, I got the drum, we an Oakland band
White kid seen me and he said, “Mom that’s Oakland man”
We was ‘posed to do the brick, this n***a stole a gram
And what the fuck you throwin’ up up in my photograph
A opp n***a just called my phone, “can I get my 40 back?”
Grandmama found my first pistol and was like, “Who sold you that?”
And if I ain’t keep my lips sealed she would have sold it back
And you was poppin’ for a minute but now yo’ soda flat
Call of Duty when we shoot him, where my soldiers at?
And fucked this bitch until she stupid, her eyes rolling back