Santa Monica Lyrics

I said, huh, freak bitch from Santa Monica

She'll come swallow ya

Bad bitch, I'm kinda fond of her

Drawers from Nautica

Looking through the scope, binocular

My vision ocular

762's knocking ya, sent him to Narnia

Huh, ayy, chain on Lucky Charm

The right to bear this arm

Gon' cause that nigga harm

The right to bear this arm

Put snooze on his alarm

Feliz Nav his dad with big ass dracs

Like Christmas song

Mistletoe up in my lungs, Christmas bong

Told that bitch to ride my sleigh

In a Christmas thong

Can't fuck with me

These niggas slept on me too long

Purple jeans

My tee from Comme des Garçons

Purple jeans I keep it simple

Purple puffer for the winter

Popping Glocks like a pimple

We dent his head just like a dimple

We dent his head just like a dimple

Shaking shit like pack of Skittles

We packing pistols,

Gang pulled up, blew all the missiles

The Wocky fizzle, VVS's not the crystal

The bullets whistle

You hear that, that's your dismissal

Before the bullets ring your bell

Send your ass to hell

Pounds came in from outer space

Told gang put it on the scale

That nigga caught a body

Bet he Sickle in his cell

Beat my case, now I'm a free man

But my brain still up in jail

Freak bitch from Santa Monica

She'll come swallow ya

Bad bitch, I'm kinda fond of her

Drawers from Nautica

Looking through the scope, binocular

My vision ocular

.762's knocking ya, sent him to Narnia