California

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Longway a nasty dealer, pull up with ya bitch in a 'vert Italian jeans, Ferragamo shirt I look like I'm pluggin' and servin' work Jackin' and Juggin' I do plenty dirt Have pharmacy drugs, like I'm a nurse Tussionex pourin', I'm scratchin' my arms Grits, I got the molly by 'bricks' The spot in the trenches, the package next do' 'I put that shit on' and get at yo' hoe Crocodile Hunter, the tip of my toes Stars on my ankle, Givenchy they wish Arm and Hammer, Mr. Egg Beater Cook up your favorite dish, let you swipe your card for a 'brick' With a snub nose, .4-4 BullDog, and the St. Bernard with a 'dick' They viscous, now don't fuck around and get bit Shook up, like a red nose Pit I'm in the A, but I be kickin' hippy shit Water the OG it grow, Cheech & Cheetah I be on some drop the 'ticket', shit Come fuck with me, don't go fuck wit' yo' people MPA Bandcamp, cheaper to keep her Still got bags, traps on my beeper And I still get you wacked, fuckin' around with my people Beat 'em with a bat, like I'm Benny Segal Neighborhood Crip come through just like the Reaper Wet up yo' shit and go sip and smoke reefer Skydweller Rol'y on my wrist, 40 pointers Bought that shit servin' different people Good dope, beatin' OG like Dirty Harry Like a junky, noddin on a needle [Chorus] I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young nigga's bangin' on every street I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young nigga's bangin' on every street [Verse 2] I turn my hood to California, OG gas bag, 33 Juggin' in the trap, in Zone 3 I front the young nigga that's in the street Run the traphouse like a 24 Pull up to the Hill, at Stop-N-Go Trappin' in Balenciaga, I'm a dealer Ballin', nigga dressing like I'm Pablo (Ooo) And I got it for the low (For the low!) Drop it off right at yo' do' Don't play with my Skrilla, got young blue gorilla's They bangin' the hood and they tiny Locs I turn my hood to Cali', bricks' on the boat In the trenches, I'm a work me a hoe We juggin' OG out the front and back do' Hundred round drums on the Calico (Longway Bitch!) [Chorus] I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young nigga's bangin' on every street I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young nigga's bangin' on every street