Leaving LA

Leavin' LA and it's back to the gun smoke

And it's back to the west side, back to the red zone

Dead zone, tryna catch one more, we'll kill his ass pronto

All it take one phone call and his bitch ass done for

What he tryna run for? Bitch what that gun for?

Ball like Alonzo, get his ass gonezo

That's a new pack, we gon' smoke that like fronto

Ball like Alonzo, get his ass gonezo

Suckin' that dick, she gon' take out her tonsils

I got a shooter like Quando, I got two bitches, I cannot do mono

Let off that switch, I sent six to the ozone

Not with this shit then at night you should go home

I might just slip in your bitch with my robe on

Balenci', Balenci', but Christian Dior on

Way too much Benji, I'm countin' up provolone

Leavin' LA and it's back to that murder zone

Catch one today, I'm like "who is we swervin' on?"

Talkin' 'bout killin', he don't got a murder bone

All three B's, they won't know what I'm workin' on

But I'm swingin' that stick out a T-top

And I smoke on an opp on a beat rock

And they know Big Blue, he go up top

And your bitch see these diamonds, she gonna flop

Ain't no way I can get this bitch off my cock

Get him up out the way, he get put on FOX

And I'm so EBK, They can kick rocks

And we go wipe the scene with a mop

He get left out here bleedin', I let it knock

I just popped me a bean, I lose my top

I can't mix it with cream, I'm sippin' wok

Why she talkin' 'bout love? I say bitch, stop

Come and hop on the dick like a big thot

Ball like Alonzo, get his ass gonezo

That's a new pack, we gon' smoke that like fronto

Ball like Alonzo, get his ass gonezo

Suckin' that dick, she gon' take out her tonsils

I got a shooter like Quando, I got two bitches, I cannot do mono

Let off that switch, I sent six to the ozone

Not with this shit then at night you should go home

I might just slip in your bitch with my robe on

Balenci', Balenci', but Christian Dior on

Way too much Benji, I'm countin' up provolone

Leavin' LA and it's back to that murder zone

Catch one today, I'm like "who is we swervin' on?"

Talkin' 'bout killin', he don't got a murder bone