"Calabasas" lyrics
(feat. $NOT)
Yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah, yeah
Wait, hold on bro, who the fuck keep callin' my phone?
Hey, never mind, fuck this bitch
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)
And my bros booted up off the gas (Uh, where? Where?)
And she bad (Ooh), shawty shakin' ass (Where?)
In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit the dash (Skrr, skrr)
I just called my clans, we can clash (Baow)
I get hella lit (Yeah), I'm a frat boy (Yeah)
Frat boy (Frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy)
Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (Frrah, frrah)
Niggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (Frrah, frrah)
And you said you bangin', that's an act, boy (Act, boy)
'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (Nyoom)
You had turned on your gang, ain't comin' back, boy (Nah)
Smokin' big 'Woods, not no Blacks, boy (Not no Blacks, boy)
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
I'ma check these niggas like I work for Nike, they won't like me
Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me
This a Phantom, ho, I can't go broke, bitch, I'm rich (Can't go broke, bitch)
I'm a lick, I'm a walking brick, yeah, that be your bitch
On my dick, I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm rockin' shit
In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (Uh-uh)
Talkin' shit, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (Where? Where? Where?)
I got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live
I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (Yeah, ayy)
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (Ayy)
Pussy boy throwin' signs on Twitter, boy, you're not hard
You could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (Fuck)
I'm a lil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah, yeah
Wait, hold on bro, who the fuck keep callin' my phone?
Hey, never mind, fuck this bitch
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)
And my bros booted up off the gas (Uh, where? Where?)
And she bad (Ooh), shawty shakin' ass (Where?)
In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit the dash (Skrr, skrr)
I just called my clans, we can clash (Baow)
I get hella lit (Yeah), I'm a frat boy (Yeah)
Frat boy (Frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy)
Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (Frrah, frrah)
Niggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (Frrah, frrah)
And you said you bangin', that's an act, boy (Act, boy)
'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (Nyoom)
You had turned on your gang, ain't comin' back, boy (Nah)
Smokin' big 'Woods, not no Blacks, boy (Not no Blacks, boy)
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
I'ma check these niggas like I work for Nike, they won't like me
Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me
This a Phantom, ho, I can't go broke, bitch, I'm rich (Can't go broke, bitch)
I'm a lick, I'm a walking brick, yeah, that be your bitch
On my dick, I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm rockin' shit
In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (Uh-uh)
Talkin' shit, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (Where? Where? Where?)
I got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live
I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (Yeah, ayy)
One, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this thot, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (Ayy)
Pussy boy throwin' signs on Twitter, boy, you're not hard
You could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (Fuck)
I'm a lil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts
