Calamari Lyrics

I'm in LA eating calamari with a bad hoe I think I like her

She dont say too much she got a bag though I just might wife her

Gotta see the way she throw that ass on me

I got 30 shooters with me and i'm still paranoid but it's good

Just fye me up a wood and if it gotta be explained it's prolly misunderstood

If you could ease my pain i'm knowing you prolly would

I know it ain't the same but I still think we good

I went from Nissan to a Cullinan

Really a young business man

Nigga can't tell me shit i'm him ill put that boy on punishment

Everywhere I go the copy me there go my son again

She get off her knees and to her nigga she be running back

Ion know bout yall but I bless the shooters

I say the word they pop yo noodle

They get low like army troopers then pop back up like toaster strudels

Racks bust out the jeans thats how you know i'm really getting to it

Only in 2 years got bands off rap man ion got nun to prove

Take that Take that arch yo back I might just break that

He say this that fuck it aiming at his A hat

Bust down Left wrist money make yo bitch breakdance

And every day this summer I might pull up in a Maybach

I'm in LA eating calamari with a bad hoe I think I like her

She dont say too much she got a bag though I just might wife her

Gotta see the way she throw that ass on me

I got 30 shooters with me and im still paranoid but it's good

Just fye me up a wood and if it gotta be explained it's prolly misunderstood

If you could ease my pain im knowing you prolly would

I know it aint the same but I still think we good

He was a lost soul

Played with me and lost it

Ran it up in the 4 but I got green like im from boston

What you spend in a month I spend on jeans thats how im rocking

My dawg she stay in Texas so we sliding with them rockets

Get the cake like a fat nigga they wanna ride the wave

Feel like Santa with this bag I might just pull up onna sleigh

My niggas keep demanding clippers they aint tryna run no fade

Walk down with them switches flrrrd no face no case

Take that Take that arch yo back I might just break that

He say this that fuck it aiming at his A hat

Bust down Left wrist money make yo bitch breakdance

And every day this summer I might pull up in a Maybach

I'm in LA eating calamari with a bad hoe I think I like her

She dont say too much she got a bag though I just might wife her

Gotta see the way she throw that ass on me

I got 30 shooters with me and im still paranoid but it's good

Just fye me up a wood and if it gotta be explained it's prolly misunderstood

If you could ease my pain im knowing you prolly would

I know it aint the same but I still think we good