Huh, uh
This my favorite part, nigga
Huh-uh, yeah
Lordphazer in this bitch (Hahahaha)
Uh-huh, oh, yeah
Ya dig?, Yeah, purps on the beat
Here I go, here I go again (Here I go, here I go)
In Los Angeles, just came back from Japan (In Los Angeles, just came back from Japan)
Here I go, here I go again
Traveling, traveling (Here I go, here I go again, traveling)
Uh, here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan (Uh-huh)
I was on Percocets everyday, wasn't fucking with them Xans (Uh-huh)
Here I go, here I go again (Yeah)
Here I go, here I go again (Uh-huh)
I'm in Los Angeles
I just came back from Japan (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyday I was doin' Percocets, wasn't fucking with them Xans (Uh-uh)
Turned studio to a trap house
Like I was whipping with the pans (Uh) (Yeah, yeah)
I spent three thousand on some pants (Pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She a horny dog)
Yeah, a groupie and a fan (Yeah)
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with an Uzi in my hand
Woah, rocking that Rick, dawg (Rick)
Feel like a beat (Beat), dog, I got the drip sauce (Drip)
Pocket watching got you pissed off (Got you pissed off)
Just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah (Wrist dawg)
Let me not get superficial (Uh-huh)
I'm a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it's in my lyrics (Uh-huh)
Y'all know that I got millions (Uh-huh)
Y'all know that I got a mansion (Uh-huh)
On top of mansion, that's a big building (Uh-huh)
Popping like wheelies, I put the "Milli'" in "Million"
Wrist so cold like the AC on (Uh-huh)
All I care 'bout is hunnids, I tear these twenties like an ACL (Uh-huh)
Whatchu know about money, uh
I got my throwback Gucci on (Yeah)
Finna get in that oochie coochie
Fuck a hoochie to this song (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bootleg movies in my house, can't go to the movies, dog (Uh-uh)
I'm too important
They ask me if I have competition I say, "Nah" (Uh-uh)
They disappointed (Oh, I'm taking these pills can't feel my jaw, oh)
I think I need a doctors appointment
He tell me that nothing wrong (Uh-huh)
I still think that nigga wrong (Yeah, oh)
Here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan (Yeah)
Everyday I was doin' Percocets, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans (Uh)
I spent three thousand on some pants (Three thousand on pants)
She a horny dog
She just fucked me and my mans (She just fucked me and my man)
Yeah, a groupie and a fan (Yeah, she a fan)
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with an Uzi in my hand
I see them haters watching me on the internet (On the web)
Like, here he go, talkin' bout his new watch again (Gleam, gleam), haha, haha, hey (Yeah)
That's a two-tone skeleton AP on his hand (I swear bitch)
We get it, yeah, I know you get it (Huh)
But you couldn't afford it if you worked for your life, nigga
That's your forever girl?
I just may go rent her (Smash)
And drive that bitch around like a Mercedes Sprinter (Skrrt)
So much money, they think I got a money printer (Yeah)
So much drama,sometimes I think I'm on Jerry Springer (What the fuck?)
I know some of these racist motherfuckers hate to pay up
Like why the hell did we just have to book this dirty nigga? (Hahaha)
Uh, times change (Yeah)
But I still got that mask on my face like I'm in the KKK (Let's go)
Bought a brand new guitar and a piano and a brand new AK (Let's go)
Yeah, just in case, a fuck nigga get in my way (Uh-huh)
Two, three, three shots to a nigga in his face (Poo, poo, poo)
Take two off his top like he gettin' a fade
Send 'em rock bott' niggas around your way
Bought a new watch, cost over 100k (Gleam)
So bright, can't see the time today (Damn)
Yeah, but it's my time today (It is), I'm gon' shine today (I am)
Yesterday, tomorrow, ayy, that mean I'm in my prime, okay
Here I go, here I go again (Here I go again)
I'm in Los Angeles
I just came back from Japan (I just came back from Japan)
I was on Percocets everyday
Wasn't fucking with them Xans (I wasn't fucking with them Xans)
Here I go, here I go again
Here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan
Everyday I was doin' Percocets, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans (Uh)
I spent three thousand on some pants (Three thousand on some pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans
Yeah, a groupie and a fan (Yeah, groupie and a fan)
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with a Uzi in my hand (Motherfucking hands)
Woah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Triple nine the gang, you know it, yeah-yeah-yeah
When it come to this music shit, I'ma poet, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Billy Idol with that "Rebel Yell"
Fuck with me, I send you straight to hell
Free my slime, hope he make bail
Keep him locked up if he tattle-tale