Cali

Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck] Yeah Huh, huh, yeah (You know) Huh, huh, yeah (You know, gang-gang since potty train, all that shit, that there) Huh, huh, yeah Ayy, huh, ayy (You know that, though, you know?) Ayy, huh, ayy Ayy, huh, ayy (Bilbo) Ayy [Chorus: FBG Duck] Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy Got my lil' bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn) Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass, ooh, that shit shake like jelly Tryna say that I ain't shit, you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh) [Verse 1: FBG Young] Got a white bitch named Sally, she like to call me daddy (Ayy) She say she is a vegan, my wrist karats, eat these veggies (Ayy) Damn, she got a fatty, huh Let me get behind it, uh Hit it with my leg up, do my dance up, I'm swaggin', yeah Ol' plug called my number, he don't get it, boy, I jumped ya, huh Walk in, stank the room up, that's the dead opps, my aroma (Ayy) My lil' bitch keep it cool, she roll my Nu' up, tote the bumper, huh Red bottom for my boo, yo' bitch sick dick, she won't get nothing, nah (Ayy) I'm going back to Cali, was a trap star before I rappin', huh Flood my hood with Ps, and I'm still good with my eses, huh Fresh up off a tour, we hit yo' block, go on a rampage, huh You niggas is unemployed, ya act like bitches, getting messy, huh [Chorus: FBG Duck] Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy Got my lil' bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn) Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass (FBG shit), ooh, that shit shake like jelly Tryna say that I ain't shit (FBG, bitch), you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh) [Verse 2: FBG Duck] I got Ps in my trunk, driving back and forth to Cali (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) I bought every damn designer, never bought no Bally's They say I'ma ticket, you can't win in the rally Scarf wrapped around my fuckin' head like I'm a Tali No, bitch, if you not talkin' money, it don't matter Come and give me sloppy fuckin' toppy in the alley Heard you let somebody take yo' shit and now I have it No, I'm not a capper, so just stop with all that cappin' We'll make a nigga disappear like we know magic Put that .32 to his back like he Magic Then hit a nigga with that 32 backwards 12 hit the spot, we gotta put it in the attic [Chorus: FBG Duck] Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy Got my lil' bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn) Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass, ooh, that shit shake like jelly Tryna say that I ain't shit, you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh)