Calabasas (Bonus Track)

(álbum: KO. - 2021)

Yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah, yeah
Wait, hold on bro, who the fuck keep calling my phone?
Hey, never mind, fuck this bitch

One, two, three bad bitches sipping Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be capping on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)

And my bros booted up off the gas (Uh, where? Where?)
And she bad (Ooh), shawty shaking ass (Where?)
In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit the dash (Skrr, skrr)
I just called my clans, we can clash (Baow)
I get hella lit (Yeah), I'm a frat boy (Yeah)
Frat boy (Frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy)
Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (Frrah, frrah)
Niggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (Frrah, frrah)
And you said you banging, that's an act, boy (Act, boy)
'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (Nyoom)
You had turned on your gang, ain't coming back, boy (Nah)
Smoking big 'Woods, not no Blacks, boy (Not no Blacks, boy)

One, two, three bad bitches sipping Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be capping on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

I'ma check these niggas like I work for Nike, they won't like me
Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me
This a Phantom, ho, I can't go broke, bitch, I'm rich (Can't go broke, bitch)
I'm a lick, I'm a walking brick, yeah, that be your bitch
On my dick, I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm rocking shit
In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (Uh-uh)
Talking shit, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (Where? Where? Where?)
I got jewels making money too, this the life I live
I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (Yeah, ayy)

One, two, three bad bitches sipping Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be capping on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)

I'ma fuck this thot, she a treesh, pouring Wockhardt (Ayy)
Pussy boy throwing signs on Twitter, boy, you're not hard
You could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (Fuck)
I'm a lil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts