Lyrics Lost En Los Angeles - Kari Faux

Im really with it, really never quittin niggas countin up bodies, fucked that hoe in her civic.
Bitches counting up didgets, im the nigga that'll flip it, off that bitch i ain't trippin.
On that lean was be sippin.
Thats before we had the juice.
A nigga got these hoes drippin.
Just like they supposed to, let me see what that throat do.
She on that all meat diet, no tofu.
I always come through, got love for my fam.
Shit talkin on the gram, on my momas we finna dome you.
What goes around comes around, thats why im gettin money now.
Used to dream designer clothes, gucci wallet for my 3rd hoe.
Momma got that louis bag.
Sagging pants cuz money fat.
Niggas know what it is, raised in the 916.
Never really had shit till my pops got dummy rich.
Now a nigga in the hills but never left the sac town.
Cuz my niggas ride or die with that click clack pow.
I been on my trap shit, payin visits gettin lit.
Respect from my real niggas, asian mob dont give a shit.
Flexin on that snapchat, 100 bands in the backpack.
Dropped out of white school so i could get my racks back.
My niggas gettin too turnt got my fuckin lips burnt.
On our ty dolla $ign, we don't save em if they hurt.
Nigga this is real shit, hit a lick and then we split like the clit on a bitch.
And we just staying underground.
But i just think its funny how you hoppin on a nigga dick because he got money now.
But i been stickin to this cash, in a dash ill be gone.
With the money and the power and your bitch on my arm.
Going off like alarm.
And we hit it from the back, have it all in her stomach.
Never stick it in her ass.