Back To Cali Lyrics

It's that wintertime grind shit, man Let's get it

Yeah, you gotta grind through the winter Shine through the summer

Nowadays I pop out with dog shit like a plumber

If you see a bad bitch, point her out cause I want her

I got ten bad bitches in the back, Lindsey Hunter

Money dumber, never touched a ten ball, that's a bummer

Bad boy turn a good lil' bad bitch to a runner

Headhunter, should I rock the big B's or the runners

So much shoes on the shelf, got more kicks than a punter

everytime she see me, I be drippin' with that shit on me

Twenty-five, but I'm up more than your big homie

I'm a bully, you a pup, nigga, you can't pick on me

The boys tryna stop this play, set a pick on em

I love this game, it's gon' be hard for me to stop

I know they don't know my name, but always see me in the spot

Pull up in the drop top, Benz coupe out the lot

All my opps sick, but they gon' be sicker when I drop

Tell them boys I'm gettin' sicker off the top

Shorty give me top

Swear this bitch, is thicker than the plot

Brody coming chop, fuck it, I got thirty with a Glock

That's a hundred shots, type of shit'll wet a nigga, block up

If the police asking questions ,that was not us

I'm the type of nigga stack a knot, but do not touch

In God we trust, but the bitch, I will not trust

She like, do you ever leave the stu? I'm like, not much

I be locked in, come and shop then

It aint shit to make a couple racks, come and cop ten

It be business with you niggas, we is not friends

Quick to tell a nigga we ain't family, we not kin

I don't even wanna fuck if she not ten I ain't even wanna take your bitch, she just hopped in

Feel like Biggie, yeah, I'm goin' back to California

When you get money, pay attention, watch how they adore ya

I got some money, they start treatin' me like I'm important

Bet if I lose it all today, watch how they all ignore ya

You coppin' bows, but never sellin', man, you niggas hoarders

You niggas votin' under pressure, shit was never for ya

I'm at the playground with a stripper, not the sandbox

Bad bitches shakin' ass, while I'm eatin' lamb chops

Call my nigga Will Smith, he keep his handcocked

He just need a reason to get even, get his mans popped

Put a nigga on the shelf, now he dead stock

Got the game in a headlock, I'm ahead now

Now a nigga got some fans, make they heads bop

Hop right in the car and turn this on, make they heads knock nigga