Roll that shit up, nigga
That California
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
I ride for my niggas, I die for my niggas
But hopefully none of us go, I’mma keep gettin' money
And stay one hunnid, & I put the bro’s before hoes
We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas
We don’t trust you niggas
We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas
We don’t trust you niggas
We don’t trust you niggas
We’ll fuck your bitch, then make her fuck my clique
If I can’t get you
I’mma get her & and play piano with her clit'
Niggas try & go against the clique
But how some broke niggas gon' go against rich?
It’s all bad if I crack your bitch, I’m gettin' money
I should go gold, this is thick, yeah
They say you live and your learn, well I learned
Niggas won’t be shit with a perm'
You’s fuckin' with me, now it’s fuckin' with me You say you real? Then you a real-ass dummy
Karma might have somebody pop your bitch ass
Now your mama hopin' she ain’t lost your bitch ass
Keep callin' my phone, askin' me for favors
So I have to put a block on your bitch ass
EBG, everybody get it Certified young nigga give a damn 'bout a nigga
YG man, fuck these niggas
If a nigga cross us we’ll hash out a nigga
Can’t compete my right hand with my left hand
Glocks don’t jam, shootin' shots at you niggas
Bad bitch she in California and rollin' California, OG kush, nigga
When I’m in the club, shooters outside
They don’t give a damn 'bout a nigga standin' in the crowd
If a hater turnt up, lift my head up Bet them young niggas gon' turn his ass down
I don’t trust nobody, don’t trust me Took a lot of niggas' shit when I was on E You know Young Scooter, you’ll know the street
Man fuck y’all niggas, cause I gotta eat