[Intro]
City!
[Verse 1]
I was off for a second, now I'm back
If you lost me, ain't no comin' back
I be prayin' that the whole team advance
Hoop earring on bling when you glance
I ain't goin' back and forth
I hope they free the homie when he go back to court
I be thinkin' 'bout Nip
Like, "I gotta keep this sh*t goin' strong for the Crips"
600 horsepower flyin' in my Benz
Buyin' Number (N)ine's, sprayed all on my fit
The feds comin' through 'round this b*tch takin' pics
Biddin' blue t-shirt, 'bout to sell it for some M's
Next level, baguette link and the Bezel
Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle
My granny always told me I was special
Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic
These ni**as clickin' up, I gotta stay blickied up
They sayin' that it's cool, but I can't trust nothin'
Glock on my hip, that mean murder
Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer
Then I'm backflippin' off of yachts, gangbangin' out of drops
I ain't no different then these ni**as, I just play my card
Where your [?] b*tch?
I just beat the odds, call me poker face from now on
[Chorus]
I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin' about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Fucha!)
Like G, do your sh*t
Ain't no stress, go get rich
What we press? Enterprise Click (It's the click)
Up to the neck with this 30 round stick
[Verse 2]
Givenchy, stunt AMG pedals
ni**as come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo
ni**as come to the city with that hundred pound pack
Just cash out and I'ma get it where you at
What's clout? ni**as gettin' killed for it
Like this Bel Air, when I pop you get spilled for it
Had some ni**as in my business, wasn't built for it
We was supposed to get rich but you switched on me
Fentanyl killer, long live my ni**a
Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him
[?], young ni**a with a dream
Young, fly, curly hair like me
Fentanyl killer, long live my ni**a
Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snowbunny
[Chorus]
I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin' about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Fucha!)
Like G, do your sh*t
Ain't no stress, go get rich
What we press? Enterprise Click (It's the click)
Up to the neck with this 30 round stick
[Outro]
G Perico, Enterprise Click, Play 2 Win
And I'm bettin' on my motherfu*kin' self
Just a million dollar flair, we ain't got time to play
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snowbunny