Bitch, these cost twelve hundred, fuck you mean
Straight up
You see that little [?]
You know what I’m saying
Stunts like
Yeah, [?]
I don’t give a fuck
Fuck all the politic, nigga I am the politic
Realest nigga in this shit
Bitch ass nigga
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Touched down at Sausalito
Took the bitch for calamari
Fuck the club, I’d rather count this money
And make some more tomorrow
Corvette, never drive it
Left it parked in [?]
Tux by the [?]
Nigga I’ve been doing well
Twenty thousand Dollar ring
And nigga I ain’t post it still
Fuck that small shit, bitch I need a house in the hills
Never popped a pill, never squeal
Bitch, step it up
I’m on some other shit bitch
I don’t even get my hoodies dirty
I pay my bills early
Shit you gotta pay ‘em anyway
Took the fee from the bitch
She paying niggas anyway
I get these bitches houses out the way
I don’t never stay
New Chanel bag, Cartier, bitch going crazy
Sipping on this tea, I might chill out and read the paper
Fresh white tee, Prada sweats, chilling at Bodega
I can only take you out for lunch, no hanging later
I’m too deep
Snow Bunnied up and I’m checking paper
There’s too much ice in the face, I can’t read the date
You say you never had a real nigga
You gon’ learn today
Working on my credit, shit I might just take a trip today
Bitch brought me sliced in half oranges on a golden plate
My life’s smooth
I’m popping wheelies up and down the Golden Gate
When your money reach a certain level, haters gon’ hate
I don’t got no time to drive my whips
I be outta state
Touch down in Vegas
Smoke the wood with my nigga Trey
I’m running kinda late
But I still got some shit to say
Louis V duffel by the door, bitch I gotta skate
Playa shit
[Outro: Larry June]
Yeah
They say June, fuck that trap
We want that playa shit
Man, I need some shit that I can mack to
That playa shit
Ay, ay, ay
Yeah
That playa shit
My nigga K.FISHA on the beat by the way
Cali shit nigga
Smoking Cali stigs nigga