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Larry June

Meet Me In Frisco

 

Meet Me In Frisco

(album: Cruise Usa - 2020)


[Larry June:]
How you doing, baby?
You looking real beautiful today
Cardo Got Wings
It's good, tap in
Just pull up on me, I mean, it ain't really shit to do
You know I mean? We can go hiking or sun'
Sun' very peaceful, you know I mean?
What's hannin'? Tap in
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I been wanting this bitch for a minute (For a minute)
The bitch tapped in, so I'm cleaning off my rims (Rims)
Make sure my white tee crispy (Crispy)
I'm going to her crib, so my.45 with me (With me)
A nigga gotta stay on his toes (Toes)
Is the bitch really single? You never really know
Off top, I took that chance (Chance)
She cooked a nigga dinner, then a nigga got them pants
Now, I'm back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me)
Took a lock off the steering wheel, it's time to go
This for the girls in San Jo (San Jo-)
Stockton, Modesto, she choosing fasho (Fasho)
Bitch, drink a smoothie (Smoothie), do some yoga (Do some yoga)
And make sure it don't got a odor (No, no, no)
Me and Kilo used to sit 'em down in the V
On my mama, I was nineteen whipping 550
What's hannin'?

All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the 'Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit)
I really just be been macking, I don't need the bitch (Numbers)
Sipping Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Styling, profiling, keeping shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter's Point, Fillmore, to the V G's

[Black C:]
I'm up early in the morning, lighting up a deuce
Sipping champagne mimosa with that organic juice (Uh huh)
Staying heavy on the bitch, like my nephew Larry June (Larry June)
We some projects niggas, so you know we pay dues, yeah
I put in that work (That work), do I make it look easy?
Do I get money? (Uh huh) Isn't fat meat greasy? (Haha)
Pull up on a breezy (Hey), ask her what it do (What it do?)
I'm out here chasing blue strips, bitch, what about you? (What about you?)
You can hop up in this foreign, if you really with the shit (With the shit)
When she not about a dollar, I don't really need the bitch
I really just be macking (Uh huh), tryna motivate her (Yeah)
A boss not a captain, so I ain't tryna save her
Never been a hater (Uh uh), I'm more like a gangster
I rep that RBL in the city of them playas
'Frisco, 'Frisco, where you gotta pack a pistol
Stay away from sucka shit (Uh), and stay up on your tip-toe (Yeah)

[Larry June:]
All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the 'Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit)
I really just be been macking, I don't need the bitch (Numbers)
Sipping Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Styling, profiling, keeping shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter's Point, Fillmore, to the V G's

I'm just getting lined up, but the.40 on me (On me)
'Cause everywhere I go, everybody know me (Know me)
If the bitch didn't want me back then, now she on it (On it)
You better have your shit together, bitch, or I don't want it (Want it)
Full-time father (Father), I want it, then, I'm copping (Coppin')
Took the pin out the choppa, automatic whoppa
Now, I'm off to Vallejo, 'cause the bitch pay more (Pay more)
Check trap, then a nigga dipping like queso
Back to the motherfucking city (City)
I cross two bridges, my Black bitch with me (With me)
When I get that Cash App, I dance like Diddy (Diddy)
Pineapple smoothie (Smoothie), my whip so shitty (Shitty)
I don't need shit from a nigga, I'm a boy (I'm a boy)
I like candy on my motherfucking toys (On my toys)
Skrrrt! Swinging, mobbing (Mobbin')
Numbers, running up commas (Commas)
Good job

All the trap niggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the 'Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing that shit)
I really just be been macking, I don't need the bitch (I don't need that bitch)
Sipping Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Styling, profiling, keeping shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter's Point, Fillmore, to the V G's

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't need that shh
I don't want that shh
Man, off top, nigga
Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

done

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