Balifornia

Lyrics

The Coal Cash Collection I went to Cali on em Dumped a body in the ally on em I might call my nigga Mali on em Yo bitch a bald head scalawag I was on the eastside when I rolled this Backwood Soon as I fired this bitch up I went to Cali on em Know a couple rich bitches wanna tell they daddy on me Who is you fooling I'm your papa I sell Lady Gaga Put you on my hot-spot swipe these TV's for my partners Got her off the reader writer while I'm eating pasta She gon' do that fraud cause I'm too busy with my bread Just made a fifty ball I get busy with my miggs Talk shit you shit I'm Deadpool Big new foreign with the leg room Frito Lays no I don't play He a tell you it's not to be said to me Infrared on yo head nigga Ain't aiming at your mans nigga Choppa make you dance nigga But not like me we gas niggas Crack his head, look like a melon Still keep a strap I'm a two time felon Perked up yelling, extra rebellious White bitch on me, Iggy Azalea Crack bitch on you, Azealia banks Dope meal, oatmeal all on the plate I smell the pussy, I smell the hate No bad vibes I'm a build me a gate Losing no money I'm a build me a safe Bout to have Rolls Royce build me a Wraith Got the bag from Denzel got me feeling like Jake Yo bitch ass just Jake from State Farm I'm gon' slow dance with my AR She get freaky when it ain't hard When she lick it it's gon' stay hard Kick this shit I'm Skuba Neymar And that bitch like nay hoe too Hit her again it's Deja Vu Don't know what to say 'bout you Just know I ain't gon' play 'bout you If you bringing money to the motherfucking table too We gon' put that Gucci on the motherfucking YEAH YEAH Bitch I'm on my last leg Still gon' get this bag yeah White bitch like Sada last dance She want her some black friends 'Member when I used to get them bottles out the trash can Just to get some motherfucking Cheetos it was bad bad Bitch I made 300K this year I'm acting bad bad Now my hair look like hot Cheetos and I'm a still a savage Hoes love me like Lenny Kravitz Let me see yo titties, Janet Jackson Let me bust in yo face, Teairra Mari Show me if you really nasty Wife a hoe like Kim Kardashian No I ain't Kanye Me big ape Harambe GG aliante Big squad came from my way Hutch and them off the expressway He only get fresh on his best day We don't do threats just death dates Get a nigga gone if you ask me Make it hard to breath like asthma This shit gon' get tragic I don't know how to do magic He gon' disappear no cappin' He gon' disappear no bap Bet you wanna give me back We don't allow revenge He on the deep end End where it begin Four Five make em lift up Rolex get my dick sucked Bae bae want a Benz truck Can you get these pills stuffed Get spit on like you Chris Paul Then we strike your shit up Bitch don't bite my dick up Choke on it till you get the hiccups Ain't shit that I get sick of I got a problem get rid of Arms in the air this a stick up Drumming a drum on a big ass gun Baby nine on his six year old son Dropping opps what I consider fun HUUUH