I just Kobe'd this shit
Let's go
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipse
Look at my fit, I'm totally lit
I'm totally it, my style, you totally bit
I just crashed the 'Rari, I totaled that shit
Wait, Dakari, turn up my vocals a bit
You only locally known, my brand is globally grown
If you ain't know that by now, then you was totally wrong
I just left Miami, came back to Oakland my home
This shit I'm smokin' is Flower Shop and it's potentially blown
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipse
Hey
One of one, there will never be another one
Got the valet lookin' at me all troublesomе
When I told him get the Bеnz, he got the other one
When I really meant the other one
In Vancouver, I had put a Prada bubble on
Who you know that's global touring, putting Oakland on?
I can tell you what it is, but you already know it
Champagne keep going, keep pouring, keep pouring
Multi-platinum, we had did that years ago, and I still keep doing it
Couple cribs, which one?
Bunch of ones, pick one
Drink until the drink's done
I know I'm the sick one
Everywhere that I go, they know me as the lit one
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it
Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit
Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipse
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