Balifornia

(album: Whoop Tape - 2019)

The Coal Cash Collection

I went to Cali on em
Dumped a body in the ally on em
I might call my nigga Mali on em
Yo bitch a bald head scalawag
I was on the eastside when I rolled this Backwood
Soon as I fired this bitch up I went to Cali on em
Know a couple rich bitches wanna tell they daddy on me
Who is you fooling I'm your papa
I sell Lady Gaga
Put you on my hot-spot swipe these TV's for my partners
Got her off the reader writer while I'm eating pasta
She gon' do that fraud cause I'm too busy with my bread
Just made a fifty ball I get busy with my miggs
Talk shit you shit I'm Deadpool
Big new foreign with the leg room
Frito Lays no I don't play
He a tell you it's not to be said to me
Infrared on yo head nigga
Ain't aiming at your mans nigga
Choppa make you dance nigga
But not like me we gas niggas
Crack his head, look like a melon
Still keep a strap I'm a two time felon
Perked up yelling, extra rebellious
White bitch on me, Iggy Azalea
Crack bitch on you, Azealia banks
Dope meal, oatmeal all on the plate
I smell the pussy, I smell the hate
No bad vibes I'm a build me a gate
Losing no money I'm a build me a safe
Bout to have Rolls Royce build me a Wraith
Got the bag from Denzel got me feeling like Jake
Yo bitch ass just Jake from State Farm
I'm gon' slow dance with my AR
She get freaky when it ain't hard
When she lick it it's gon' stay hard
Kick this shit I'm Skuba Neymar
And that bitch like nay hoe too
Hit her again it's Deja Vu
Don't know what to say 'bout you
Just know I ain't gon' play 'bout you
If you bringing money to the motherfucking table too
We gon' put that Gucci on the motherfucking YEAH YEAH
Bitch I'm on my last leg
Still gon' get this bag yeah
White bitch like Sada last dance
She want her some black friends
'Member when I used to get them bottles out the trash can
Just to get some motherfucking Cheetos it was bad bad
Bitch I made 300K this year I'm acting bad bad
Now my hair look like hot Cheetos and I'm a still a savage
Hoes love me like Lenny Kravitz
Let me see yo titties, Janet Jackson
Let me bust in yo face, Teairra Mari
Show me if you really nasty
Wife a hoe like Kim Kardashian
No I ain't Kanye
Me big ape Harambe
GG aliante
Big squad came from my way
Hutch and them off the expressway
He only get fresh on his best day
We don't do threats just death dates
Get a nigga gone if you ask me
Make it hard to breath like asthma
This shit gon' get tragic
I don't know how to do magic
He gon' disappear no capping
He gon' disappear no bap
Bet you wanna give me back
We don't allow revenge
He on the deep end
End where it begin
Four Five make em lift up
Rolex get my dick sucked
Bae bae want a Benz truck
Can you get these pills stuffed
Get spit on like you Chris Paul
Then we strike your shit up
Bitch don't bite my dick up
Choke on it till you get the hiccups
Ain't shit that I get sick of
I got a problem get rid of
Arms in the air this a stick up
Drumming a drum on a big ass gun
Baby nine on his six year old son
Dropping opps what I consider fun
Huuuh