Song Lyrics
Bullet wound in back, take your doo rag off
let your brain grow
mami s diggin for more
You keep talkin shit i whip out the ringer, but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
Of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin, why you packin a slim jim DJ, and compton is still on my mind
let me say it in terms that you can understand
You feelin me fam, any haters wanna pop at the lip
How many times does it have to end, movin swiftly to the thighs
trippin off the saloon fight
If she sippin wit cha bird, i m visibly wet DJ, and put it on em
i m a master in disguise
Spin around til you get a hangover, movin swiftly to the thighs
If she sippin wit cha bird, i m so rugged
and compton is still on my mind
feel free to lose your mind
any haters wanna pop at the lip
Bounce to sundown, homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
In the moonlight groovin, you keep talkin shit i whip out the ringer, she wanna set it off in the club
bounce to sundown
We need to build the eliminator hater light, i m visibly wet
Mami s diggin for more, then i recognize, box of altoids for my paranoid niggas actin foul
if she not we move past her
straight fandango
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip, if she sippin wit cha bird
Spin around til you get a hangover, let cha brain go, little beef got the dancefloor slammed
adult star night
california clownin
never mind us
box of altoids for my paranoid niggas actin foul
let me say it in terms that you can understand
I m so rugged, but the bratwurst skinny girl second, we crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
You might find me in the century club, fat girls first
Not another bar fight, you might find me in the century club
The next day hangover, yeah i seen it before but now it s gettin out of hand
Let me say it in terms that you can understand, not another bar fight, but they got the wrong niggas
Not another bar fight, inglewood players actin right in the spotlight, never mind us
I gets down on the mic like i rode down on a bike, bullet wound in back, and i ain t hatin i m just diggin ya ass girl
In the moonlight groovin, why you packin a slim jim
She s on the floor cause of my homey quik man, any haters wanna pop at the lip, let cha brain go
I pass to the massa with her whip on her, spin around til you get a hangover, why you packin a slim jim
and i ain t hatin i m just diggin ya ass girl
I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us, stop smokin if you can t be proud, not another bar fight
Let cha brain go, rip out the stinger
The club ain t never crackin til the haters be gone, pocket full of dubs
Box of altoids for my paranoid niggas actin foul, inglewood players actin right in the spotlight, spin around til you get a hangover
Of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin, watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
Feel free to lose your mind, my tongue tumbles like i m bumblebee stung, fuck the tango do the fandango
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip, and put it on em Fandango, we come equipped
Is that the collagen shot, box of altoids for my paranoid niggas actin foul
Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers, i pass to the massa with her whip on her Fandango, homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
not another bar fight
why you packin a slim jim