Stick To LA

Rolls Royce 'Rarri 'Rarri Can't go back to jail, I'll stop harrassin' Barbie My bitch moving slow whenever she off the molly She said I get violent when I drink Bacardi Wet these bands I'mma cash out Please don't set me up or I'mma lash out And if they ask what happened, say you blacked out Baby, you my ride or die why would you back the f*ck out You think I got a problem with this shit, baby you trippin' You think I can't control myself, they think that I'm addicted Got Deja Vu like why I keep hanging out with these bitches I'mma get the check, bring my glock then fucking spend it You think I got a problem with this Bitch I'm paranoid I up my choppa, make hits I might spend a band but I won't die for my bitch Bought a damn stick to LA and I'm not hidin' that shit Bitch I'm cashing out Wearing all brand new designer Fucking behind her, you cannot find me again, but right on my dick you might find her I ain't a liar, bitch I be movin' through all of these checks like that shit required I just went up on my price I got a lil clout now these lil' niggas wanna act tired Momma like where you get all of that cash Look at my neck, I just spent me a bag I'm in LA, I been smoking some gas I need some ksubis, I like how it flash These hoes in love, they really addicted My bitch toxic, my bitch wicked I'm blowing up, I'm a shooting star You niggas hide what you truly are These bitches wan' hop in the moshpit Got so many hoes on my block list Cause these niggas here outta pocket Guaranteed got a rack in my pocket If that beam at your head, you a target And I'm squeezing the trigger, keep talking On her knees and she suck till she vomit And I need me protection ain't shocking And she trippin' off something so modest And me in my town I'm the hottest I can't be safe out here I'll be honest But I'll never die that's a promise Right here, I be working the hardest In the future I'll still be the farthest Hollow tips hit your heart, it's the sharpest And I'm still in the streets, I'm an artist Rolls Royce 'Rarri 'Rarri Can't go back to jail, I'll stop harrassin' Barbie My bitch moving slow whenever she off the molly She said I get violent when I drink Bacardi Wet these bands I'mma cash out Please don't set me up or I'mma lash out And if they ask what happened, say you blacked out Baby, you my ride or die why would you back the f*ck out You think I got a problem with this shit, baby you trippin' You think I can't control myself, they think that I'm addicted Got Deja Vu like why I keep hanging out with these bitches I'mma get the check, bring my glock then fucking spend it You think I got a problem with this Bitch I'm paranoid I up my choppa, make hits I might spend a band but I won't die for my bitch Bought a damn stick to LA and I'm not hidin' that shit