Oakland Man lyrics

[Intro]
‘Leven hunnid
Thirteen hunnid my cousin
*Oh Yo b*tch was on this one*

[Verse]
Two shot man you really did yo’ thang on this one
Hella funk town n*ggas with me and we bangin’ different
OG n*ggas told me cut the grass because the snakes is hidden
Always had a janky-ass mug, check my baby pictures
n*ggas see me out and get to pointing’, I’m a famous n*gga
I ain’t never heard of lone wold being tamed, lil n*gga
Bought my lil n*gga two K’s and not the game, my n*gga
[?] tried to rat me out, he tried to frame me, n*gga
Nah, let me get back again
Always track the f*ckin’ tracking’ numbers ’til yo package in
The b*tch thought ‘lеven hunnid was vegan, I bring the cabbagе in
And I accept them free bands with an open hand
Mitch got the stick, I got the drum, we an Oakland band
White kid seen me and he said, “Mom that’s Oakland man”
We was ‘posed to do the brick, this n*gga stole a gram
And what the f*ck you throwin’ up up in my photograph
A opp n*gga just called my phone, “can I get my 40 back?”
Grandmama found my first pistol and was like, “Who sold you that?”
And if I ain’t keep my lips sealed she would have sold it back
And you was poppin’ for a minute but now yo’ soda flat
Call of Duty when we shoot him, where my soldiers at?
And f*cked this b*tch until she stupid, her eyes rolling back