Lyrics Sierra Canyon Flow - Laurent

Still run it like it′s fourth down
And we dippin in the Porsche now
Private fight on the first night
She feel like she in love now
Think I had enough now
Prolly hit you when I touch down
Now we somewhere in the canyons
Prolly shoulda called your man back
No service in the hills
Gimme something I can feel
Show me something that's forreal

2020 is our year
Sierra Canyon flow
We like Bronny and Zaire
I been in California for 5 years
New York and Los Angeles
How my time shared
A nigga feel like Trunks with the blonde hair
Pre check
Ran through TSA in these Fear of Gods
Album coming
Announcing it put the fear in ya′ll
Up and coming
I paid respect to who was here before
I'll use the pub as a parachute
If I'm falling off
But I′m sturdy, I milly rock through adversity
Niggas scheming and plotting to get a verse from me
Those same niggas who eager to do the dirt for me
The same niggas I know would purchase a hurse for me
Shit, I ain′t sleep in a hunnit days
Man I, lay awake and
Day dream of a hunnit k
Sometimes
Caught in my thoughts
So much that I drift away
Man I, needa learn from the game
That I giveaway

Feel like 96 Kobe
Goin straight to the league
Mecca flow
Got all these women falling straight to they knees
16th, arrondissement I'm back on my steez
Chanel duffle on the private
Out in Paris with Lee
I′m in to Porsche's
Pyer Moss′ for the bosses
I, ain't into take no losses
So be cautious
Carerra GT
I Been stalking down at the auction
But
I needa think of my future
And take precautions
I spent the summer in Ibiza
With ya senorita
Even had her stash the loud up
In the Fendi Fila
Caught a coma from the aroma
In the Fendi Roma
Finally removed the Celines
I′m back in California

Grew up a product of public housing
I'm proud when I pop a bottle while standing on couches in different outfits
The sparklers show the effervescence in my direction
Her perception is how much money this nigga gettin?
Parking lot car shows
Looking like Narcos
Damn
Might even lease a Mona Lisa
Can't afford to keep her
Last year, 7 cities
Wasn′t touring either
Last night, 7 bottles
Wasn′t pouring neither

How you curve but
Tryna link with me now
I'm so poppin all ah sudden
Whatchu think of me now
I been mobbin thru the hood
Like I just won me a Grammy
Swing the toast
To keep the bread that I provide for the family
Got some money in the mattress
That I stashed for the rain
Keep some Rosé in the fridge
To wash away all the pain
Got some loud up in the swisher
Just to focus my mental
Keep my foot on these niggas necks
So they don′t get on my level

Still run it like it's fourth down
And we dippin in the Porsche now
Private fight on the first night
She feel like she in love now
Think I had enough now
Prolly hit you when I touch down
Now we somewhere in the canyons
Prolly shoulda called your man back
No service in the hills
Gimme something I can feel
Show me something that′s forreal