Blowfly

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Look, look

In a two tone Winnebago smokin' Fuego

And, I'm shootin' that shit with the mole heads, what's the play though?

Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos

Left him inside the whip with a substance like ragu

It's up, then it's stuck, it ain't movin', like a statue

Welcome to LA, better get at us 'fore we get at you

Now, watch your back, niggas'll drive through like fast food

Cash rules, they prone to go n**s like cashews

They ask you, "Where you from?

Where yo' mama? Where yo' son?

Where yo' wallet? Where yo' gun?

What's the problem? This the slums, nigga"

Uh, watch, nigga

Higher than a lightbulb over yo' top, don't play dumb, nigga

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

I got a blunt, I need a Bic

I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick

I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah)

Yeah, I got a blunt, I need a Bic

I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick

I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah)

Yeah

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me

We finna be countin' up somewhere in a Airbnb

After we smoke, we gon' meditate for the energy

I promise not to give you a hard time like the DMV

Just hard rock all up in them guts, make your heart stop

Bring it back to life in the backseat of this hard-top

The roads, b***h, hittin' corners, b***h, gettin' ghosted

Sell out a post quick

We out here lit, you better watch yo' b***h

And, after all that, I got to manage like a message 'bout self-destruction

Don't even panic, I gotta get back to the gravel, the turf is granite

Don't take nothin' for granted, still go back, how I manage

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

I got a blunt, I need a Bic

I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick

I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah)

Yeah, I got a blunt, I need a Bic

I got a opp, I need the blick

She got some ass, she gets the stick

I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah)

Yeah, nigga