Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Silk Versace, my tats showing
Go in the back of that 'Bach, blowing
Baccarat my favorite fragrance, from the Cuban links, my back's sore
Sunset with a gang of Crips
Had it lit like the Vegas strip
Made a bale where my dawg live
She leave with us, better right, she strip
Double M's and them double R's
And that matte Lam' and that dark Ferrari
She asked me why, why a nigga cheat, said
"Because of you," and she told me, "Sorry"
Sunset, I'm feeling rich
Hanging out the roof, Cohiba lit
Six plaques at your mama racks, spent a gag of money, talk a lot of shit
I'm on
Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Slauson, Cuban links and prezis
Driving fast in this AMG Mercedes
Champagne in my kidney
Got rich in my city
Told the bitch that I'm picky
Blow me down with no hickeys
Wanna fuck, but not really
Me and Mekhabi
Cussed on a hoggie
Killer throwing blanks, yeah, I'm out of my army
We fast on the Harley
We smoking like a Marley
Play tough, take flight quick as a heartbeat
We on
Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Sunset on top of my Ferrari
Crenshaw, Cutlasses and Harleys
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Did that shit in city love
Shit a city love
Ayy, this shit
Ayy, this shit lit Boulevard for real
Take you fly shit with me, y'all
Yeah
Do this shit without the camera
Ayy
Westside, California, for real
Nip, Pac, Kacey
LA shit
All money in