Killafornia

Living in the city of the

Scandalous

Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers

So who can

I choose to trust me that's who?

Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush this

Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit

Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone

Forty-five places to get done

Send out your invitation to the party of your elimination

I got peeps that play for keeps

Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep

But every hustler wants to be bawling

But I got the balls for the shot calling

I pull strings, the don king

Only in America

Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

Yeah, man,

I've been out here

Running game for eight years

I know I'm getting tired of standing

On this corner

Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool

Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels

And all that shit, if

I got to take it

From a nigga

Shit, let him run for me then

I can work for myself, don't have to

Work for nobody

I'll be my own hustler

Where can

I roam to get my hustle on

Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips

Loaded and cocked,

I'm used to running with the glock

Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block

Now, who you gonna trust?

Who can you trust?

I don't know, but if you coming on my corner

I think I'm gonna bust

You can't handle us, devious, dangerous

Criminal mentality, insanity

I move weight, from state to state

All the niggas moving weights

Can you relate?

Damn, what's up?

I see youPushing that big time weight

I told you,

I wasn't bullshitting

You coming up, aight

When I seen you three or four

Months ago

I told you

Got respect for a man now

Handle your shit

Where can

I choose to get my hustle on?

In the alleyway, lighting up all night long

Fuck working at

McD's, I'm rolling with the

O.Z'sIn the

QP's, puffing on trees

Who can I trust?

Who can you trust?

Not that shady motherfucker

In the city

Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit

It feels good having money in the pocket

Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?

Yeah, kick that shit to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers'

Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker

Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too

You know what

I'm saying

I'm just as shisty as a nigga

Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die

You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bullshit

I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying

Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'

Oh get the fuck out of here, stay, bust out man