Yerba Buena Lyrics

"He's won a million dollars!"

I've been seeking shelter in the middle of this weather

(She call me her hijo, baby, amorcito)

Seven in the morning and we sparkin'

Yerba Buena

(Lil mama a freak, catching flights every week)

Matcha in the whip

Watch you drop it when you sit

I've been getting cake

All my partners going BIG

I might hit the herb before I stop by for a pic

She show me them curves, then I light her up again

I can't find the words quite often

To tell you just how perfect you talking

I want to buy the world for you darling

Now roll this zig-zag with the guava

Out here in the garden shawty slip me some body

Give my plants some water while her fingertips on me

Hit it in the morning then I split

Ain't no, s-s-stopping I'm on a mission

Ten thousand hours to the craft

Then you swish it

No matter where you stay positioned

I've been at this nine to five and thinking

About how I could get weekends

Flame these stages Friday evenings

Then hit the scene

Mother fucker, you know what that paper bring

Ganja lover, you know that you get lazy G

I'm on some other shit, we building the launchpad

Hit these paper planes, then we plan out the start man

I've been seeking shelter in the middle of this weather

(She call me her hijo, baby, amorcito)

Seven in the morning and we sparkin'

Yerba Buena

(Lil mama a freak, catching flights every week)

Matcha in the whip

Watch you drop it when you sit

I've been getting cake

All my partners going BIG

I might hit the herb before I stop by for a pic

She show me them curves, then I lighter up again

I can't find the words quite often

To tell you just how perfect you talking

I want to buy the world for you darling

Now roll this zig-zag with the guava

Ayyye

I'm off Yerba Buena, caught the UBER from the jet

Jet from the South

South Cali West

That's correct

But I know they know me all around

That's respect

They invite me out

Do my fucking set, then we dip

Rolling with the clique

Three deep in that wide body off of Lankershim (mmm)

Now they recognize Rug out there on the strip (yea)

Dap them up they hit me with that "keep doing your shit" kind of talk, (that's love)

That's love, homie

Head back to the studio and spark

Study all this art, then I create in the dark

Beats knocking hard 'cause the budget can back it

I-I-I got my bread together, mother fucker I'm established

(Yes he did)

I've been seeking shelter in the middle of this weather

(She call me her hijo, baby, amorcito)

Seven in the morning and we sparkin'

Yerba Buena

(Lil mama a freak, catching flights every week)

Matcha in the whip

Watch you drop it when you sit

I've been getting cake

All my partners going BIG

I might hit the herb before I stop by for a pic

She show me them curves, then I light her up again

I can't find the words quite often

To tell you just how perfect you talking

I want to buy the world for you darling

Now roll this zig-zag with the guava