No Guidance (feat. Brakiz)

Take a trip out to Cali, we on the freeway
I got some niggas locked down, they stuck in free state
Thumbing through this paper, for some kicks, likes its East Bay
Curb Service got everything like it eBay

Push the top back onna whip caught the Holy Ghost
When it come to this gas we blowing mostly Ohs
When it come to this cash we counting mostly Ohs
Fast lane living, off this gas, shit be moving slow

Mikey popped a perked, got em tweaking like a rolling stone
Hiding all my pain I been feeling behind designer clothes
When it comes to beef, we in the streets, some place they'll never go
Ima ball for all my dogs, I pray they never fold

Politicking with them bosses, we got motion
Tsunami waves, Thanks for That, shout out Ocean
Feel like Bobo son, every play, its A touchdown
All my niggas killers, if you play, we going gun you down

You my baby
I don't care what they say
We having now we travel out of states
She be telling broke bitches
They better stay in they place
You got some flaws in you
But I'm fucking with you all way

Let's keep it real
Sipping that yak got u out of your body
You telling me them hoes
They always watching they copy
You know these bitches slow
You moving like a Bugatti

Yeah
You kinda crazy but that shit there what I like
I like how you grab that patron
An mix that shit up with sprite
She getting lit
She wanna fuck me all night

She keep shit real an low-key
I swear to god I might wife her
They don't understand how you understand me
If you come to me with a plan we gonna make it happen