4PM in Calabasas lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, okay
All my young boys is shooting, they with the shootouts
One Umbrella crew out, n*gga what you gon' do 'bout
My dog Jay say he just tryna find him a new route
I'm tryna do me the same, my b*tches do be insane
Got that Mulsuanne glidin', I'm riding it through the rain
Through the pain, we do change, n*ggas won't do a thing
And me, I do thangs, n*gga, hot like blue flame
And my wrist saying, "b*tch, come kick it" like Liu Kang
Look, n*gga I don't play no games, I'm a general
Lifetime ties, I ain't f*cking with the federal
White wine vibe, five b*tches on my genitals
I pedal to the metal, she don't put me on a pedestal
I hit her with the finishing touch
I diminish them bad b*tches and hit em' like a cinnamon dutch
I touch bad b*tches with mad riches, they dad riches
And I'm in they back so much n*gga I'm ad-libbin'
Big timer, dough proper, show stopper
Bad b*tches, actresses in soap operas
Getting so much dough, ya'll n*ggas owe papa
I get paid to put you on a stretcher, old doctor
We be moving militant, whole squad real and sh*t
10 rollies, 30 chains, whole squad killin' sh*t
Went to Rolls Royce, drove the Wraith out the dealership
Bought the sh*t cash, you can tell em' that I'm still legit
Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make
On the G4 cigar with plane flicks to take
G5 private plane away from jakes
Yeah, n*gga, I do lear from state to state
Gotta yellow presidenti and I baked the face
My chick yellow den confetti, got her laced in grape
Treat my dates like, "f*ck it, if we late, we late"
And if you f*cking and you saying you relate, we great
Okay, why them n*ggas hating on Tory, can't chance it
Why they all sick of my face, that's cancer
Why they in the backroom dissing like the dancers
Well, me and Sway are the same cause we don't got the answers
I was with the scammers, trigger pullers and jammers
Night time shooters will do you in they pajamas
Then eat Oodles and Noodles and go to sleep vampin'
Toss hammers in water and lay in East Hampton
Me, Sosa, and Brooks, that's the three champions
Give your b*tch a three point foul, three chances
Your b*tch say I'm lying, I ain't f*cking, she dancin'
I knew she was f*cking from the first three glances
Heard she gotta twin that heard I ball, Steve Francis
f*ck her and then I'm taking her sis, Steve Nash sh*t
Relax n*gga, I'm on my relapse n*gga
And I already won the race, these just re-laps n*gga
Mind your b*tch and your bees wax n*gga
I keep three straps cause we done hit some cats that's gone be back, n*gga
After the Wraith Wraith talk, the "Wah gwaan, Popcaan?"
I'm still with real n*ggas saying, "Wah pop? Wah gwaan?"
Pull in something foreign with the top all chopped on
n*ggas knocking lights, clap on, clap on
Bedsheets top on, Ralph Lauren I'm killing it
Linen all out there touring with foreign models
More bottles ordered, them b*tches is gon' swallow
And I swear I got so many hollow tips, I'm going hollow
If I aim, shoot, bang, my n*gga, it's gon' follow
When that sh*t is full throttle, I drink the full bottle
Of Patron, when it's on my n*gga then it's on
So I'm gone, ready to kill 'em n*ggas, gon' feel 'em
And I made your b*tch pay, ain't nobody gon' bill 'em
And I'm good in the Chi, ain't nobody gon' drill 'em
And my goons going gorilla, my n*ggas cold killas
August 19th, you n*ggas is gon' feel us
Know it's gon' pop, know this sh*t is gon' pop
Pop up and make another mil' and call that going pop, n*gga
Yeah, and you know you gon' flop, n*gga
Uh, and all you haters gon' drop, n*ggas
Uh, and you know I'm on my [?]
All you n*ggas mighty gon' duck like Bombay
Big time killer, big time seller