[Intro: Lil Peep, Lil Tracy, BetterOffDead]
Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead, nigga
I try to keep my head up, girls in the —
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
[Refrain: Lil Peep]
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles
[Verse 1: Gab3]
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out
Now I'm goin' up, yeah, yeah, no doubt
That I'm the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud
Now I'm in the truck, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead, nigga
I try to keep my head up, girls in the —
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
[Refrain: Lil Peep]
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles
[Verse 1: Gab3]
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out
Now I'm goin' up, yeah, yeah, no doubt
That I'm the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud
Now I'm in the truck, yeah, yeah
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