[Intro]
Ayy Problem, I know y'all gon' gurb the city up with this one, alright?
Ah damn, records are sainty
Go 'head and gurb out
June, Worthy, alright
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy | JasonMartin]
Lil' homie, what your life like?
Mine's pretty good, I go to bed in the daytime
Wake up when I wanna get some yeah on my bedside
Wake up when I wanna fuck my yep by the poolside (It's the P)
Man, I keep it so Westside
PCH business, man, I keep it so bayside
Bitch look like Kelly P, I keep it so Bayside
Westside of the 405 where I do reside (What?)
Pull up on somе D's at the yacht club
12's in the back so loud like wе shot somethin'
White folks know me as the P, tell 'em stop frontin'
Call just to check up on my dawgs, I ain't want nothin'
Came back lookin' for my gurb — you look lost, youngin'
Take you out the streets and to the hills if you want mamas
I was in the hood with the homies and the opps fonkin'
Lost some good men, let me pour another shot for 'em
Thinkin' it's all Chevys in the West but we ride foreigns
Polo Sport all up on my neck, bitch, that's Ralph Lauren
Why you let him read through all them texts? Those are not for him
Simpin', that ain't even in my blood, no for heart for it (On God)
Why you lookin' for a pair of keys? Push start on it
Pedal to the floor, all I do, exhaust on 'em (I like that)
I ain't mean to shit, just floss on 'em
Red paint lookin' like I put lip gloss on it
Ayy Problem, I know y'all gon' gurb the city up with this one, alright?
Ah damn, records are sainty
Go 'head and gurb out
June, Worthy, alright
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy | JasonMartin]
Lil' homie, what your life like?
Mine's pretty good, I go to bed in the daytime
Wake up when I wanna get some yeah on my bedside
Wake up when I wanna fuck my yep by the poolside (It's the P)
Man, I keep it so Westside
PCH business, man, I keep it so bayside
Bitch look like Kelly P, I keep it so Bayside
Westside of the 405 where I do reside (What?)
Pull up on somе D's at the yacht club
12's in the back so loud like wе shot somethin'
White folks know me as the P, tell 'em stop frontin'
Call just to check up on my dawgs, I ain't want nothin'
Came back lookin' for my gurb — you look lost, youngin'
Take you out the streets and to the hills if you want mamas
I was in the hood with the homies and the opps fonkin'
Lost some good men, let me pour another shot for 'em
Thinkin' it's all Chevys in the West but we ride foreigns
Polo Sport all up on my neck, bitch, that's Ralph Lauren
Why you let him read through all them texts? Those are not for him
Simpin', that ain't even in my blood, no for heart for it (On God)
Why you lookin' for a pair of keys? Push start on it
Pedal to the floor, all I do, exhaust on 'em (I like that)
I ain't mean to shit, just floss on 'em
Red paint lookin' like I put lip gloss on it
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