San Andreas (feat. Soto & Derek Mcdonald)

Got a nigga geekin tryna give you sum affection But these bitches just want you for the money and attention I'm getting all the hoes that you niggas be after I be giving her this dick imma bless her like a pastor (What's the matter) Shoot a couple shots ill shoot a couple rounds Got a chopper with a laser bouta run yo ass down Run up on me dumb ill put you in the ground I be fucking on your main hoe then I pass her all around Selling dope Yeah imma need this money pronto I be stacking all this paper lookin like I won the lotto Baby so bad cause she Lookin like a model Making all the moves and you pussy niggas gon follow Walk up in this bitch throwing C-notes With some G Codes, got her yelling in the back yelling "East coast" Tryna keep it simple but you niggas really do the most Every weekend, tell her I need some pussy and some deep throat Im coolin with a Mac and a 40 on my hip Got the 9 on my side bouta empty out the clip Stealing on your main bitch cause she lookin hella thick Bouta show her all this money imma take her to the crib Riding down the road I be rollin down the streets I be Fucking on your girl I be bruisin up her knees She be sucking on my dick she be messin up the sheets Always real never faked never switch up on my team Mobbin with the team (The team) We sippin up some lean (Some lean) My shooters got the macs (Uh uh) and they be aimin at yo back (Yo back) You know we dressed in black (All black) This drako kickin back (Kick back) Young soto at the trap he be selling these custys fast (Real fast) Young wild nigga I could give a f*ck Look at yo bitch one time and she gave it up (Yeah) Pop out nigga pop out Niggas act hard till the narcos bring the chops out (Yeah) We rollin zips (Yeah) and we smoke the shits (What?) And we smoking O's (Oh yeah) And we servin bricks (Bricks) Keep my hands clean I don't f*ck with the feds I got my hands up but they think that I'm a threat Nigga you ain't about shit so stop talking (Stop talking) If you say one more thing cello finna pop em (Pow pow pow) And I'm out with the gang so you know we Mobbin (With the gang) I don't like to shoot but my niggas keep the carbons Young nigga really shoot not in the garden (In the garden) Send the 13 to his back like he James harden. Gang!