1999

Mhmm

(Al Geno on the track)

Mhmm, California

She wanna fly to California

I bet the bank, I knew I couldn't afford, yeah

Now we be shopping in designer stores, yeah

Steal from the rich, I'm rich, a Rollie, give it to the poor

Lately, I been focused on murder, new shells on the floor

Watch Timmy beat the block up

Them niggas hate, I'm hard knock

We spin this block so many times, they talk, run 'em down with that Glock 9

That Juvenile, that Boosie boo, that back in nineteen-nine-nine

Shake, shake the block, we up them glizzies

We bound to lay 'em all down

I'ma show them boys who run the city, we gon' kill 'em all out

Top shotta, top dotta, four pound gon' knock 'em all off

Never respond to what they say, they in the race, they all be chasin' clout

My youngest say he tryna get paid

Stay with the K's to show me what you 'bout

You keep a rod but you won't pull the trigger

No, they don't know them boys out west when it's some pussy niggas

Just copped the new AK, ayy plus, we got the new 9 miller

Glock 34, we up and blow, we made the CJ Spiller

The internet thug so hard, when we spin them-

Same niggas that dropped your deal asked me did I want to get you knocked

The plan was when you come to sign a paper, G was gon' run down with Glocks

I swear I'm steady flexin' on the opps

That two-door coupe, I swerved it off the lot

You play with blue, that's the day you get shot

I got that bank, I know my partners spot

I take a look into the sky, from day to night, it be stormin'

The boy already caught a case, it not even much warning

We up the score, that's on the locs, I catch a opp, them I'm scorin'

These brand new Fendi's on my feet, she ain't wanna fuck when I wore Jordan's

I'ma slap a thirty in the glizzy, what they call Stephen Curry

I was countin' up a half a millie, I'm not even much worried

All the opps really pussy, I swear the whole city know it

Just wait the day for the tooly, you know that we be sixty rollin'

Lately, I been focused on murder, new shells on the floor

Watch Timmy beat the block up

Them niggas hate, I'm hard knock

We spin this block so many times, they talk, run 'em down with that Glock 9

That Juvenile, that Boosie boo, that back in nineteen-nine-nine