San Diego (feat. Drojas)

Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit San Diego where it’s at and we run shit Set this bitch on fire you better run quick On the border where we wait for the shipments Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit F*ck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric But we still stay strapped like a terrorist Pedal to the metal and I’m toppin’ out Say my mothafuckin' name and I’m poppin’ out All black hemi see me hoppin’ out With some mothafuckin' goons to stomp’em out Down to split noodles like it’s chow mein Down to light your grill like I’m propane They love me on these tracks like it’s cocaine Rockin these spirits like I’m Cobain Make it all messy, make it worth while Cuz these bullets go In-N-Out animal style Sweeney Todd slayin’em with the crazy hair Then have your throat slit in the barber chair Family at the morgue, body in the fridge If you get caught on the wrong side of the Coronado bridge Off the rip, pull a lick, do it quick, then walk it off on my Fernando Tatis shit Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit San Diego where it’s at and we run shit Set this bitch on fire you better run quick On the border where we wait for the shipments Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit F*ck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric But we still stay strapped like a terrorist South Dago where we pickin’ up the shipments There’s a different price for every man on the hit list We got little homies that we send on missions You hear the steel click then you’re sleeping with the fishes It takes a different man to make it in this business Long nights, won’t sleep till we finished Man this money so deep in our denim That we just bought a car we no longer in them So we hittin’ different routes There’s too much action on the 805 south And you won’t be laughing when the boss finds out Wrap your ass in plastic, send it to your mom’s house Cuz I’m on my grind now Took a couple years but it’s my time now Make the haters lie down And you know they’re trippin’ cuz this is my town Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit San Diego where it’s at and we run shit Set this bitch on fire you better run quick On the border where we wait for the shipments Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit F*ck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric But we still stay strapped like a terrorist