Letras Calabasas - SSGKobe, $NOT

Calabasas

Yeah\nYeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, yeah, yeah\nWait, hold on bro, who the fuck keep callin' my phone?\nHey, never mind, fuck this bitch\nOne, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nPulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)\nNiggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)\nI’ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)\nAnd my bros booted up off the gas (Uh, where? Where?)\nAnd she bad (Ooh), shawty shakin' ass (Where?)\nIn L.A. with Bia, h’ll hit the dash (Skrr, skrr)\nI just called my clans, we can clash (Baow)\nI gt hella lit (Yeah), I’m a frat boy (Yeah)\nFrat boy (Frat boy), feel like Batman, I’m a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy)\nPull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (Frrah, frrah)\nNiggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (Frrah, frrah)\nAnd you said you bangin', that’s an act, boy (Act, boy)\n'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (Nyoom)\nYou had turned on your gang, ain’t comin' back, boy (Nah)\nSmokin' big 'Woods, not no Blacks, boy (Not no Blacks, boy)\nOne, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nPulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)\nNiggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)\nI’ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, ayy, ayy)\nI’ma check these niggas like I work for Nike, they won’t like me\nPut your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me\nThis a Phantom, ho, I can’t go broke, bitch, I’m rich (Can't go broke, bitch)\nI’m a lick, I’m a walking brick, yeah, that be your bitch\nOn my dick, I’m a rockstar, yeah, I’m rockin' shit\nIn a coupe, I can’t even lose, I be with your boo (Uh-uh)\nTalkin' shit, end up on the news, I got plenty tools (Where? Where? Where?)\nI got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live\nI can’t choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (Yeah, ayy)\nOne, two, three bad bitches sippin' Lipton (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nPulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah we dipped in (Yeah, ayy, yeah)\nNiggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (Yeah, what?)\nI’ma fuck this thot like a GTA, she missioned (Yeah, what?)\nI’ma fuck this thot, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (Ayy)\nPussy boy throwin' signs on Twitter, boy, you’re not hard\nYou could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (Fuck)\nI’m a lil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts