Come to the trap, when you get the trap
Ain’t no going back to telling on niggas
And niggas b**ching, I know that [?] brought you to the hood just to put you on game like a ceiling
You shine like the light
Arguments, wanna put up a fight
I been driving a minute, them b**ches ain’t with it, they just wanna see you [?]
(M-M-Murda)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not try
Soul in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
[?] excite me
I’m just keeping it real, had to do it [?]
Steady calling her baby, but she ain’t no baby, act like it, I’m getting you diapers
Get to acting and bragging but you won’t go nowhere, you just wanna be on my line
Told her hold up, I’m losing my line
Give it back ’cause you losing my time, but it ain’t for no better or worse
f**k a text, send a letter or word
[?] ‘fore you having money, I swear it was better at first, I’m lazy
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not try
Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not try
Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you make me drive, oh
Had to clean around the, before I came