$NOT (FL) - Calabasas lyrics

[Intro: ssgkobe] Yeah Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah Wait, hold on bro, who the fu*k keep callin' my phone? Hey, never mind, fu*k this b*tch [Chorus: ssgkobe] One, two, three bad b*tches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your b*tches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah) ni**as, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?) I'ma fu*k this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?) [Verse 1: ssgkobe] And my bros booted up off the gas (Uh, where? Where?) And she bad (Ooh), shawty shakin' ass (Where?) In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit thе dash (Skrr, skrr) I just called my clans, we can clash (Baow) I get hеlla lit (Yeah), I'm a frat boy (Yeah) Frat boy (Frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy) Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (Frrah, frrah) ni**as keep them tools, we never lack, boy (Frrah, frrah) And you said you bangin', that's an act, boy (Act, boy) 'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (Nyoom) You had turned on your gang, ain't comin' back, boy (Nah) Smokin' big 'Woods, not no Black, boy (Not no Black, boy) [Chorus: ssgkobe & $NOT] One, two, three bad b*tches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your b*tches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah) ni**as, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?) I'ma fu*k this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: $NOT] I'ma check these ni**as like I work for Nike, they won't like me Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me This a Phantom, ho, I can't go broke, b*tch, I'm rich (Can't go broke, b*tch) I'm a lick, I'm a walking brick, yeah, that be your b*tch On my dick, I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm rockin' sh*t In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (Uh-uh) Talkin' sh*t, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (Where? Where? Where?) I got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (Yeah, ayy) [Chorus: ssgkobe] One, two, three bad b*tches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy) Pulled up with your b*tches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah) ni**as, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?) I'ma fu*k this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?) [Outro: ssgkobe] I'ma fu*k this thot, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (Ayy) Pussy boy throwin' signs on Twitter, boy, you're not hard You could get your face fist-fu*ked, you play your cards right (fu*k) I'm a lil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts