Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead, nigga
I try to keep my head up, girls in the —
Los Angeles 
I try to keep my head up 
Girls in the whip 
I pop a pill, Im fed up 
Get off my dick 
Im tryna get my bread up 
I left a bitch 
Thats why Im always fucked up 
All black for you 
In the back for you 
Count stacks for you 
Love in Los Angeles
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I dont wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I dont wanna phone her
Runnin up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now Im rollin blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out
Now Im goin up, yeah, yeah, no doubt
That Im the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud
Now Im in the truck, yeah, yeah
Los Angeles 
I try to keep my head up 
Girls in the whip 
I pop a pill, Im fed up 
Get off my dick 
Im tryna get my bread up 
I left a bitch 
Thats why Im always fucked up 
All black for you 
In the back for you 
Count stacks for you 
Love in Los Angeles 
Ooh, girl, why you frontin? 
Now we movin out to London 
Stay far from the fuck shit 
Catch flights like its nothin, yeah
Always countin up the hundreds 
Thats just how we come in 
I was faded at the function 
Now we goin out to London 
Los Angeles 
I try to keep my head up 
Girls in the whip 
I pop a pill, Im fed up 
Get off my dick 
Im tryna get my bread up 
I left a bitch 
Thats why Im always fucked up 
All black for you 
In the back for you 
Count stacks for you 
Love in Los Angeles 
Now we goin out to London
GothBoiClique