Lyrics

[Verse 1: Richie Rich] The sun came up, the top came down Just another day in the hood, same sound Duals crackin', unh, beat knocking Zapco clipping, yeah, she jockin' Stopped to get a bottle of Boone's and slow burners The sun out, should've brought the gun out But fuck it, I'm finna pull up on my nigga June And blow this batter and listen to this 'Coming Soon' Blew through the light, damn near hit a cable car Word on the street, Larry got the stable bars Let's get 'em up, the people's choice with the people's voice Bitches we knock 'em in old schools, we don't need a Royce We was overdue but never overdone And this one's for my niggas on lock and on the run We still at it, marijuana and mathematics And butter flows, you know how this shit goes, ugh [Interlude: Larry June] Hopping out that shit, yahmean Ery'thing him too Just got back from Aspen Heated driveways and shit Sumn' slight Numbers, mayne And bitch, don't check me, mayne, check that engine light [Verse 2: Larry June] I hop in the Nash', then I plug in my phone Light up a chop, make sure my lights is on My forty is loaded, my ice is on My watch is rose, I knocked the hoe Then I slid to the Rich, had to make me a play She met me outside of Metro, a quarter to eight A bulletproof vest couldn't stop that K So quit worrying 'bout the bitch, she gon' fuck anyway Back to the city where I'm joogin' for real Mack when I talk, 'cause I live it for real Creepin' at a real low speed The sight on the top of this wop look mean It match my hoodie, it match my jeans It match the watch, it match the P My tank on E, so I made that left I'm a Frisco nigga with a pocket fulla check, was happen' [Verse 3: Curren$y] Gas prices high, so am I Too rich to cry about it, so I slide It ain't hard to tell if I'm outside Double-S Chevy, all my jewelry heavy She with me because she stay ready We ain't gotta talk about it Tangle up that sucka up, then we run his pockets Meet me back at the spot, we could talk about it I parked the Corvettes behind the cottage Collecting vintage Camaros, minimum mileage One of the coldest in it, if we being honest Stay stylin', no stylist, admired by major designers I inspire 'em, they send me rare pieces And I push the line for them Continue bringing mo' dollar signs in Adding up, racking up more accomplishments, the bombest shit!