This a classic Zydeco, buss a flex and make em' Harlem shake
F*ckin' with the plug trot the globe, somethin' like Harlem State
Goin' state to state, I'm poppin' shit, cause haters heart to ache
No time to play, Li Bentleyy
Oou wee, deep in my mode, try to suppress that shit, but no longer can hold
Speakin' Espanol, also known as Spanish, Deltas run deep in my family
Just sit back, enjoy the ride, I'm sayin' tho it'll be fine
So just let ya seat recline, I'm rollin dope to ease my mind
God got a plan for me
Shit so deep, it's farther than the eye can see
Promote Third Eye binding, in love with violence, but can't stop the peace
Rollin' solo, never trust a thottie, but I'm poppin' Peach
Up in Cali, blowin Breakfast, that's for dinner, something to eat
Roscoe chicken and waffles, maple syrup, for to complete the piece
Love to eat straight out, but this Hibachi, got my stomach flippin
Pushin' Popeyes up in L.A, set up shop deep in the kitchen
You ain't gon' see me with li daddy, cause li daddy went to switching
I'm sayin' though, you better right your wrongs before you end up missin
I'm sayin' though, don't try Li Bentleyy, cause he ain't the one to play
Goin' state to state, I set up shop, right where niggahs lay
Up in Cali, blowin' Day Day runtz, this reefah to the face
Blow Exotic, you smoke AirPack, my shit be bear mace
This ain't your cup of tea, I'ma grown folk, stay in a child's place
I lead the way for all my troops in Burbank, blowin' Uncle Snoop
Re Up Apparel, get you right, and all my bags smell-proof
Top of the mornin, pack come in handy, Bubblegum with Cotton Candy
Up in Cali, livin' lavish, know you bitch niggahs can't stand me
Stay off the gram, f*ck with this music, know my f*ckin' time is now
I'm on your azz and crash bad, pop on shit just like Wallah
Yous a bitch, you run off batteries, need to plug up your controller
Gettin' money Monday through Sunday, Monday through Saturday, rollin' Doja
If you tryna start some shit, I finish it like I'm supposed to
Stand on business, f*ck a niggah always had a cold shoulder
Stay silent, stick to the code, and hand business true soldier
Rippin' beats be my new hobby, do this shit till I croak over
If you want your cake to bake, back of the fridge be baking soda
On the Backend, posted with cuz, like shidd, we had to share a sofa
You could say we had to share a couch
Niggahs flap they f*ckin' yap, too much, that's too much word of mouth
You might not understand the lingo, nod my head, and then ask what that's bout
Strictly with the shit, put belt to ass, you flonked out behind clout