Music: Gustav Åhr/Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser/Adam Saini/Gabriel Rousseau
Lyrics: Gustav Åhr/Benjamin Friars-Funkhauser/Adam Saini/Gabriel Rousseau
Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead bitch
I try to keep my head up
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muf****a)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a shit (I left a shit)
That's why I'm always ****ed up (****ed up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles
I got Gucci, I got Prada, I got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna run it
Runnin' up a check, yeah like I was a runner
Now I'm running months, yeah yeah, sold out
Now I'm going up, yeah yeah, no doubt
Now we run, yeah yeah, roll out
Now I'm in the truck, yeah yeah
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muf****a)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a shit (I left a shit)
That's why I'm always ****ed up (****ed up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Ooh, girl why you frontin'? (Girl why you frontin'?)
Now we moving out to London (Moving out to London)
Stay far from the **** shit (Stay far from the **** shit)
Catch flights like it's nothing, yeah
Always counting up the hundreds (Always counting up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (That's just how we come in)
I was faded at the function (At the function)
Now we going out to London (Going out to London)
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muf****a)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a shit (I left a shit)
That's why I'm always ****ed up (****ed up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Now we going out to London
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