Rancho Cucamonga lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: RLSG Bsmith]
I love poppin' Percs, they make me feel good
Yeah, I got a little money now, but I'm still hood
I be ridin' around with my .40, I wish a n*gga would
I am not the n*gga to play with, let's get that understood

[Verse 2: 10kkev]
I just sparked a 'Wood but it ain't goin' in rotation
I've been on the jugg page all day, copy and pastin'
Post seventy-five new pics and the clio get to comin'
Musty-ass n*gga smellin' just like some onions

[Verse 3: Kasher Quon]
Nasty-ass n*gga pour hot sauce on my Funyuns
Glock with a drum hold fifty, I'll get to dumpin'
My lil' cousin got a peanut head, I'm finna get to thumpin'
Why the f*ck you go the mall? You ain't gettin' nothin'

[Verse 4: RLSG Bsmith]
I be at the pharmacy, tryna bust scripts
I lovе dog baby mama head, she got the bеst lips
n*ggas never left out of Michigan, they don't take trips
I'm rich as hell, you broke as hell, you work day shifts
[Verse 5: 10kkev]
I just got another three pint through TSA
He asked for free sauce, I gave his ass Sweet Baby Ray
Boy, I ball in real life, this not the NBA
[?] that n*gga in the face, I learned that sh*t from watchin' MMA

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
I told that b*tch I need my money, I ain't finna play
And no disrespect to God, but I ain't finna pray
'Cause if you goin' through somethin', prayin' ain't gon' make that sh*t better
My b*tch said, "I like the way you f*ck me, you get my sh*t wetter"

[Verse 7: RLSG BSmith]
I just popped a Perc-30, I'm high, like I got on two sweaters
A n*gga could never get down on me 'cause I won't let him
My cousin broke-ass mad as hell 'cause I won't help him
My mama brought me some [?] for my birthday and know I feel special

[Verse 8: 10kkev]
n*gga pulled a quarter out his pocket, I need a lot more
I was tryna get a zip or two, maybe three or four
Rappin' fire, G-19, how you gon' get low?
Wasted a deuce and poured that sh*t on my french toast

[Verse 9: Kasher Quon]
When I send these bullets at your ass, you better get low
I don't want the b*tch if she ain't let me use her info
I only smoke Backwoods, don't want no fronto
n*ggas lookin' for me, I'm out in Rancho Cucamonga