La Cienega ft. Vince Staples

[Verse 1: RetcH] Up on these herbs, fuck with these birds For my dead homies pour some on the curb Head to the strip just to see whats the word Ran in the store for some dutches and nerds Last few nights shit was absurd Had sex with a white bitch in a jacuzzi She ain't even knew me but she fucked me like she knew me [?] I'm a wild boy, been 7:30 for a while boy Used to trap X to them white boys And the only thing I fear is them lights boy Cuz I trap so hard that their tryna find me Ride around my [?] like I don't need a Bonnie Ranchers in my Sprite got me feeling jolly Only wore a mink cause them hoes are Molly Yeah they feeling me dog, booty so fat that it's killing me dog Get 'em to the crib and I get in them draws I be blowing on dope and she blowing my balls, like Yeah suck that, suck that like you love that Fuck that bitch for a half and hour then I'm rolling up that dub sack Fuck laying with a [?] cause I'm finna hit the strip Tell a bitch I'ma hit her cellular And my taillight out so I'm taking back routes Nigga, I ain't tryna see them Federals Just walk up in the store, oh yeah for sure Two for one swishers at the register Now I'm posted out in front that 7/11 Smoking weed out on La Cienega [Hook] I'm riding low, I'm bumping Frankie Beverly Cruising through LA, I'm swerving through the streets of Beverley With my white broad and she rolling up that celery Just was in the hood so it ain't shit that you telling me So every time you see me I be cheesing hard Smoking killer weed right up out the fucking jar High as shit but these hoes think that I'm a star Catch a nigga on La Cienega Boulevard [Verse 2: Da$H] Phantom OG in my swisher sweet Finna write a opera on this beat I run into the bitch of your dreams And we fuck in the same night we meet She kinda famous so we real discreet Suck me 'til I fall asleep They say I'm chasing death just like it owe me money Sipping prometh' like my nose is runny But the codeine in it so you know I'm numb b I threw the maggie on before I jump up in the 'tollah I'ma come clean I can't control it, lost the remote Lenses on focus from this potent Woke up and went in like the door was open, Newport smoking She strolling through my crib with my hoodie on Do my living by the minute next second it could be gone You looking at Tommy Buns in the flesh and blood The only thing that's on my mind is this money, sex, and drugs Sitting at the top you motherfuckers can't stand next to us Kick you off the top of Everest, H'z hoe [Hook] [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Nigga name your mission, I'm tryna make a million Pray to Muhammad this Molly move 'fore my momma get here Pedal to the metal swerving serving niggas rego' Tryna make my mission 'fore I'm murdered in the ghetto Northside LB, niggas can't tell me nothing I hope the scales be tipping in my favor When it's time to meet my maker, I know I made a lot of mistakes But for this paper I'll do whatever it takes, I'm starving nigga Hold up if it's 6 in the 7 It only take 1 shot to send a nigga to heaven 3 to that niggas direction, know where I come from The question is where the fuck am I headed See that snubnose home made, WorldStar homepage 9 times out of the 10 them niggas gon' bang Black .45 inside [?] the coldchain Bullets hit his whole frame, he screaming leave my brain alone [Hook]