los angeles Lyrics

Racks coming in, yea (yuh, yuh), they be coming fresh (fresh, whoooh)

All them hundreds blue, yea, all them racks possessed (brrr, yeah)

I'mma hit you with a whopper - it's a double triple combo (uh-huh)

I'm not Burger King (Burger King), yea

I'm just going for the kill (I am)

Always give a guarantee, when I'm trying to bag a G

Looking fucking fresh, when I'm trying to bag a bitch

It's a new day (yeah, whooh), it's a new me (yea yea)

It's a new day, yea, it's a new me (new me)

I'm outside and it's so fresh, smog of city, no more stress

Roaring lambos in the hills, LA be like fake as hell (fake as hell)

Modern buildings, it's the style (style), overpriced and overhyped

Looking for upgrades, upgrades, yea (woah)

Upgrades, upgrades

No one sober, high as hell, taking pills to soothe the pain (uh-huh)

Drinking syrup, drinking sprite

Muddy cups and muddy guts (ha ha ha ha)

Sitting in the rover, I got hella choppas for you

Gangsters with the poles, yea, you be falling over (ah-hah)

Yeahhh, (shh shh) (aaah)

(yeah, yeah, yeah yeah), uh-huh

Why, why, why you gotta be so fake

Why, why, why you gotta be so fake

Racks coming in, yea (yuh, yuh), they be coming fresh (fresh, whoooh)

All them hundreds blue, yea, all them racks possessed (brrr, yeah)

I'mma hit you with a whopper - it's a double triple combo (uh-huh)

I'm not Burger King (Burger King), yea

I'm just going for the kill (I am)

Always give a guarantee, when I'm trying to bag a G

Looking fucking fresh, when I'm trying to bag a bitch

It's a new day (yeah, whooh), it's a new me (yea yea)

It's a new day, yea, it's a new me (new me)

Yeah, yeah

We got ways of thinking - pour up and start drinking (woah, woah)

Now we on a different planet and we never ever planned it

What are we gonna do, what am I gonna do

Yeah, that's why I hate LA

Why can't we live without - necessity of needing clout

Yeah, let's live normally but not stick to conformity

We will do shit for more money, cause that's what LA like to do (ahhh)