Balifornia ft. D-Steez Lyrics

Brunch Klub Music

I put that on my momma

2-3, Big B, Boston Bruins

Free the team, nigga

We ain't dead yet

What's happenin', lil' bitch? I'll see you Vintage, I b u

On God, on 2-3, I ain't never been no push-over

Leader of all my niggas, we feelin' like them foot soldiers

Cancellation, a confrontation, yeah, we cancel folks

stimulate your mind on something else we really cancel folks

For all those lil' niggas bangin' in it, they just be talkin

I'm the type of nigga come around and really spark you up

Chalk you up, have you smellin' like cat piss

Like God last supper, lil' nigga, that's your last dish

Most of my niggas be really higher than giraffe pussy

How you actin' tough, you know you a rat pussy

I done been contemplatin', that's so I know it's real

I told mom I ain't goin', I keep the steal

Like Martin Luther, I got a dream, I'm a young kid

I'm really itchin' for that check like a dope fiend

Coke dream, a young nigga had coke dream

Watch my uncle whip it at the pot Age of 14

I got my mind, so I'm feelin' like fuckin it

I got hit three times, so I really can't be fucked with

Uh-uh, your bitch love me, poppin' pussy on the periscope

She said she a good girl, so I can't tell soul

Yeah, uh, yeah, I be you, cousin

Yeah, I be you, nigga

Uh, yeah, I see these fake niggas like

Ight 459, you know I'm gon' hit

Hit the block, money Mitch tryna cop me a brick

On the team, you a snitch, can't tell me shit

Knee deep in the game, no, I won't quit

Nigga flexin' with them bands, he a walkin' lick

Nigga, that's your girlfriend, you is not no pimp

I got flame, put it on my name

Two, three, money gang, fuck that shit that you claim

Ninety-three, all I spit, free steez for your bitch

Gotta watch out for snakes, you know niggas ain't shit

Hop out, strip shit, boy, I need the whole fit

You know vintage gon' go, my nigga a straight pitch

Slick like Rick, Mr. Smoke, a whole zip

Better stay up in your lane, my niggas is gon' trip

I'ma get respect from a nigga or a bitch

Yeah, I'm barefaced, gotta eat the whole clip

Still JJ world, I'm finna lock down shit

Grind all summer, get it poppin' like Chris

Nigga turned his back on me, pulled up, he got sick

And my big Sean voice, they ain't fuckin' with the clique

Real shit, wait, hold up, man, these hoes tore up

Muggin' at the party, man, these niggas don't know us

Said, you bought that life, lil' mama, you gotta show us

Watch out for them snakes, I'm just tryna get my dough up

Run it like Kash Doll I'ma stunt my ass off

Blowin' on loud , hit your chest like a fastball

Man, I got gas, feelin' like DB

Speakin' on my name, man, these niggas wanna be me

You gotta get it active, you can't get it from the TV

The world in my palm, I can feel it like KeKe

Vintage eating spinach, brunch Klub lieutenant

Suit and tie fresh, cause we really bout business

Call a homicide, I ain't leavin' no witness

Ain't no flexin', no stuntin', I need lotto cash

Couple niggas got smashed, tryna chase that bag

Know a nigga got smashed, tryna chase that bag

It ain't funny when it's your turn, nigga

Closest niggas do you dirty when it's your turn, nigga

I be on my repo bout to lurk on a nigga

Gotta put the fam first, can't be fuckin' with niggas

It ain't funny when it's your turn, nigga

Closest niggas do you dirty when it's your turn, nigga

I be on my repo bout to lurk on a nigga

Gotta put the fam first, can't be fuckin' with niggas