Christmas In Cali Lyrics

All my niggas in the steets i gotta keep my heat

Pull up shooting at yo dome we don't aim at feet

Told ruele stop playing he know im finna tweak

Real bird business pull up aim the stick at yo beak

Balaclava season cause my face card gettin hot

Mr. walk you down my favorite beam is the red dot

Told my baby you my one n only i ain't fuckin thots

Nah im just playing you know im cheatin but i ain't gettin caught

Flew in from the D to cali and i brought my shit talkin

Gettin off the plane i just seen blueface crip walkin

Ksubi on my ass lil bitch like the way my drip walk in

Shut up n drop neck i dont like the way those lips talkin

(BITCH)

Before i have to go n slap yo mouth

Ern got the chop n you know he outside ya house

Told that hoe i just want the neck why you droppin blouse

Ballin in the mit but my hoe way out south (MIA)

Man y'all know what the fuck goin on man

Christmas in cali

From the 305 to the 810 to the 209

Gave my white boy the nod all he know is green-go (gringo)

Old lady trynna suck my dick out at bingo

Codiene talkin hell nah cant let this lean go (lingo)

Crackhead trynna cop a ounce for a pringle

Shot him in the ass but i still love my fiends tho

Catch a opp lackin whole gang lettin beams go

BMF shit baby drac in this mink coat (FREE MEECH)

Screamin free thugga needa let him off that rico (FREE THUGGA)

Feel like the feds finna get me next

Exotic stash in my lungs i can hardly feel my chest

Two red heads in the lab feel like Johny test

Rookie in this rap shit but im ballin like a vet (LIKE MY POPS)

Like i said in touchdown im still screamin rip hutch

Ice spice type bitch all she really do is munch

She pullin up at 10 but she eat the dick up like its lunch

Told PJ throw me them bins im trynna fuckin Punch