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I can't imagine how it'd be without you here. I heard all the rumors say that you're really In love with me. Please tell me you feel the same way too, That you still want me near. If you don't, please let me know so I Can leave, Oh. Rainy nights in the Jeep, go whoop with my Lil' freak. Playin' Johny, smokin' Backwoods and Drinkin' lean. On the highway, Dip off on Chancellor and do my thing. Know it's Friday, the homies just hit me, I'm finna breeze. Drop her ass off, Hop in a Uber and do my thing. Head downtown, shit lookin' active, I'm on the scene. This a cold life, North Face cover my baggy jeans. Got the sack tucked up in the club, Still servin' fiends. Lil' molly wop, pure white powder, What should I bring? All depends though, I'm fuckin' on least two of her friends though. And when I'm in the UK, I'm thuggin' in The ends, hoe. Right side drivin', Still hoppin' out the Benz though. She wanna hop a flight in the AM, I'm like, "Let's go." Flyin' out the country for the weekend like, "I guess so." And I'm so West though, Rosecrans and Centro. Reppin' for my section, me and Wacko got the Shit sold. La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. It's Killa Cali on the plates, nigga. La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. And we don't ever ride With fake niggas. La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. I'm sendin' bitches out of state, nigga. La-la-la, I hit the Blade and do my thing, nigga. And I rock the hammer like I rock the Cradle. Then I pass 'em rounds like it's hot Potato. 218 the main holy mecca, Where the blue slips get sewed together. Show no love and we know no mercy. When we poppin' them things, they beg for mercy. That's when the beef is over, but you slide On 'em still. Mind on a mil', paint with A seal. Payin' for these pills. 'Round here, you only eatin' what you kill. And you never run, but you better run the Fade. But you know better, check your resume. Know exactly what your jacket weigh, boy. It's light as a feather, you light as a Feather. Ooh, my fa-bandie, Perky, Syrup surfin', let it overwork me. Bitches runnin' laps, we turnin', parkin' to Kentucky Derby. Flocko hit it, passed it to me. I'ma hit it, pass the pussy. These hoes more like communities, not just for you And me. But you knew that from the get-go. From the douche line to the fo' line. From the 218 through the 223. It's all West, hoe, get checked, hoe. Westborns and the Bomb Town, so you know it's Sealed. All beef, it's a overkill. Bullets bite like a Vandal, holy field. Boy, you know the deal. La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. It's Killa Cali on the plates, nigga. La-la-la, And we don't ever ride with fake niggas. La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. I'm sendin' bitches out of state, nigga. Ooh, I try. Haunted. I hit the Blade and do my thing, nigga. I try. Haunted. Ooh, I Try. Haunted. Ooh, In my dreams. Haunted.