California Gothic Lyrics

Gimme the mic

Slipping no Jimmy I'm Mike

Way I be gripping the glass and the steering wheel tight

Clearly delirious

Feeling ignorable

Four of those bitch I need two in the coupe

Flown

Gimme the phone

Gimme the rest of the loot

Gimme the number but clearly hoe I am not fucking with you

(Who who who)

Almost October no OVO

Drizzy I'm dizzy off half almost comatose

I'm in the motherfuckin back of the 4x4

Just tryna make my way back to the home I know

Pack and I'm on the floor

Packer I'm on the road

Ford what I'm whipping

Maybach when I'm back for more

You can catch me in the back of consignment

I'm eyeing a piece

Wining and dining the beat

Wining and dining the beat yeah

Underground status it's me

Brought a little hoe to the lead yeah

But that little bitch not fucking with me yeah

Ceiling staring

Bitch I'm feeling

Very very nice (aye)

Cherry pitting

Stoning floating

Off and missing nights (aye)

Entertaining moments waining

Fanta fading sprite (aye)

Drop a spade and I'm belated

Crunching on the ice

I been dreaming of the drop

Dreaming of dropping a top

Spinning and watching it stop

AP from class to the watch

Get you a glass of the pop

Get you a name

Get you a face

Get a style and get you some game

Get you some increments

Spend it with innocence

Get it again and I'll keep it with valor

Tell me I'm listening

Spare me the lesson I'm lessening

Fit cause you know I be dressing it

What can I represent

All of the fortunate lesser than

Flicking the Bic and the detriment

Tell me who better then me

Here

Letters are free

Please go and write it

Catching you biting no Tyson

I'm floating and flying

And I bet these fools is still limping

I shoot and I'm Pippin

That mean that I'm scoring

I'm flooring the gas and I'm weaving with ease

Moving intention

With me no relenting

I'm still in this bitch and the tank is on E

I just been writing and spitting

I'm fighting no quitting

And that's just the daily

I'm saying

I'm putting the words in a triplet pattern

And giving it all that I got

It's still nothing to me

Never been nothing to me yeah

Come with me hoe you'll come see yeah

I'm in the motherfucking clouds yeah

Don't worry I'll bring you back down