IngleWeird

(Smoov, what's good baby?)

I want the flamer on, bitch, I want to kill, yeah

**** ain't gettin' no money

And this shit gettin' IngleWeird

I ain't fuckin' with these ****

****, I'm the don, turn the whole Cali against you

Tie a **** up, he hang over, you'll be black dove

Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he'll get whacked up

Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out

He's a cult member, hang him up like a coat then

Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin'

The Ruler, I'm the don, **** know that I'm a foolie

It's Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci

In eight months for beatin' life, I got a million for recoupment

Talibans and they blood huntin', spinnin' with his kufi

Shoot somethin', they don't even be outside for me to do nothin'

I'm wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a C-note

Think I'm Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ

The fireman, I burnt him, we ain't tryna hear them sermons

Y'all be giving when we pull up to them trenches with them fullys

Turnin' party gang members into witnesses, who man is this? For real

How you join a gang when you twenty-five?

Drakeo, do they know wit' you, it's do or die?

And when you fry all yo' opps, make it supersized

I think this **** mad 'cause my jeweler Rami

They let me in the club with my toolie hot

Stone a **** quick, I Medusa-fied him, get down

Thirty-three shots, Scotty pip out, spin laps

Turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory

Just dance, Brian Pumper, pussy ****, jump man

The Stinc Team run L.A., you gotta come better

Please, take yo' hollow chains back to your one jeweler

It's time to set the play up, I'm a punt kicker

No name **** always wanna be a part of somethin'

Since **** want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid

Know a lot of **** told in Inglewood, y'all condonin' snitchin'

I just dropped fifty on a blind ****, he ain't see it comin'

Keep the homie name out yo' mouth, or white sheets be covered

Blow a **** toppings off of bread, it's a pizza party

**** cold as fuck even with a Boosie feature

Bygones be bygones, that wouldn't even do for Jesus

**** sweet as buttercups, turn his ass to Reese's Pieces

Left a massacre at Neiman's, if a pile was left, then clean it

You can take it how you want to, receive it, I'm a demon

Inglewood **** weenies, I'ma felon, you a preacher

Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature

Shout-out Aubrey, that's my ****, realer than a lot of ****

Don't run up on me with my jewelry, I be quick to pop a ****

Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me

Uh, shit

You know, uh-uh, we ain't goin' back and forth, know what I mean?

Uh, ****, I'll make everybody hate ****, uh, man, y'all know

Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, ****

My voice is strong, so

****, Chevy my frames

**** cliquin' up and all that, ****

**** in, I don't understand that shit, nah

**** don't like us but wanna rap like us, like

**** wanna buy the same shit we do

**** wanna go to the same jewelers as us

**** can't get the same jewelry as us, can't drive the same cars as us

Like, ****, anyway, you know the truth, man, long live Jameon Davis and all that

Yeah, free Kell, free Riley, all that, yeah, you know the truth