Cali lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Yeah
Huh, huh, yeah (You know)
Huh, huh, yeah (You know, gang-gang since potty train, all that sh*t, that there)
Huh, huh, yeah
Ayy, huh, ayy (You know that, though, you know?)
Ayy, huh, ayy
Ayy, huh, ayy (Bilbo)
Ayy

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy
I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy
Got my lil' b*tch with me and she like to call me zaddy
Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn)
Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly
Said she want a long time, took her to a telly
Slap her on the ass, ooh, that sh*t shake like jelly
Tryna say that I ain't sh*t, you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh)

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Got a white b*tch named Sally, she like to call me daddy (Ayy)
She say she is a vegan, my wrist karats, eat these veggies (Ayy)
Damn, she got a fatty, huh
Let me get behind it, uh
Hit it with my leg up, do my dance up, I'm swaggin', yeah
Ol' plug called my number, he don't get it, boy, I jumped ya, huh
Walk in, stank the room up, that's the dead opps, my aroma (Ayy)
My lil' b*tch keep it cool, she roll my Nu' up, tote the bumper, huh
Red bottom for my boo, yo' b*tch sick di*k, she won't get nothing, nah (Ayy)
I'm going back to Cali, was a trap star before I rappin', huh
Flood my hood with Ps, and I'm still good with my eses, huh
Fresh up off a tour, we hit yo' block, go on a rampage, huh
You n*ggas is unemployed, ya act like b*tches, getting messy, huh
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy
I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy
Got my lil' b*tch with me and she like to call me zaddy
Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn)
Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly
Said she want a long time, took her to a telly
Slap her on the ass (FBG sh*t), ooh, that sh*t shake like jelly
Tryna say that I ain't sh*t (FBG, b*tch), you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I got Ps in my trunk, driving back and forth to Cali (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I bought every damn designer, never bought no Bally's
They say I'ma ticket, you can't win in the rally
Scarf wrapped around my f*ckin' head like I'm a Tali
No, b*tch, if you not talkin' money, it don't matter
Come and give me sloppy f*ckin' toppy in the alley
Heard you let somebody take yo' sh*t and now I have it
No, I'm not a capper, so just stop with all that cappin'
We'll make a n*gga disappear like we know magic
Put that .32 to his back like he Magic
Then hit a n*gga with that 32 backwards
12 hit the spot, we gotta put it in the attic

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy
I'm not making money every day, then I'm not happy
Got my lil' b*tch with me and she like to call me zaddy
Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly (Goddamn)
Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly
Said she want a long time, took her to a telly
Slap her on the ass, ooh, that sh*t shake like jelly
Tryna say that I ain't sh*t, you knew that when you met me (Uh, unh-uh)