These Days

Wait what happened to the music? Okay here we go Coming to you live from MD Records Two bowls on the beat Labra on the track Yeah, we just doing big things out here Forgive me for the simpy ass tracks in the beginning but We really out here, here we go Yeah These days I'm out when it's sunset Riding round town like I'm FedEx Phone on dnd but they texting Labra where you at I said curtains I'm hanging out with Benjamin and Jackson Sipping Don J no bourbon hundred percent I'm with your girl but that's my bitch I'm certain Yeah Put a mothafucka in his place I'm in Santa Ana with the whole gang Got the shawties out like buffet They texting me on my way (Knock, knock, knock, knock) At my place they so sweet like parfait You side lined I'm in the game You hate me bitch you sound fake (You sound fake) I don't need that shit I don't need that shit I don't need that shit I don't need that shit I don't need that shit I don't need that shit I don't need that shit Check it Flex like Alexis Rocha Punching mothafuckas head in Ima cash out yessir Flow so nasty it makes you want to throw up I'm a Family Guy you can ask Lois Riding with the mob so you know that we pourin' up Celebrating everyday like the last one I remember Mondays at Corona Del Mar if you know you a real one Blocking bullshit from my life like Ochoa If you know me I'm heat Arizona Got the Spanish mami's Barcelona Losing they breathe over me pneumonia Who the f*ck's in the city like me no one I thank God for me I'm one of one Feeling myself no cap I'm top gun I'm top 3 around these days days Yeah You started from the bottom but you still there Why you think your girl having affairs I be having her (Woooo) like Ric Flair She be speaking in tongues like a prayer She be making it clap like a snare Smellin' like fruit when I'm in there I'm like Rick Ross I eat pears Yessir yessir Yessir yessir Yessir