Tracy, Ca - Larry June

Damn, bae, you got back

Looking like something a nigga might tap

From Bip City, young niggas pulling jacks

North Face coat with a dirty-ass strap

But, me, I’m a mack, I fuck with the hoes

Fuck the puss, bitch, I need a bitcoin

You probably never knew but the bitch been going

I don’t give a fuck, love, keep going

That’s your pussy you can do what you want

I use my brain, never hands on a ho

I never trick off and they already know

Polo Lounge, white tee and some snow (Bunny)

Whip so new valet didn’t know

How to park my shit so I showed him how it go

I got family in the O, that’s my cousin little Joe

Went to school in the city, Civic Center and The Moe

Off top (Yeah man)

Nigga off top (Yeah yeah)

Nigga off top (Damn yeah)

Nigga off top (Sock it to me)

Man

Check

I know a girl from Tracy she went crazy

Always drove down to The Bay just to pay me

I’m foolish, I’m a dog

But nigga 100, I ain’t ask the bitch at all

Don’t blame me blame the Benz

Stock AMG had to switch

Tracy, how you been?

I’ma keep it one hundred, I’d hit it again

My name Larry and bitch, I’m a Aries

And bitch, I’m a playa I don’t want to get married

These niggas are weird so I’m to the neck

Riding around the Bay I got traps to check

I never hit those, but I check the neck

I told her jump in the shower before she hop in my bed

Player shit, new outfit I’m killing shit

Barbecue with my nigga on some coolin' shit

Yeah man

Off top (Yeah man)

Nigga off top (Yeah yeah)

Nigga off top (Damn yeah)

Nigga off top (Sock it to me)