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yung mal & lil quill - oakland lyrics

[intro: yung mal]
haha
matt, what up?
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga
i got like, five figures worth of cash on me
five pounds worth of gas on me
48 hertz
on god

[chorus: yung mal]
i’m in oakland like a raider
a thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance
talked to my auntie, said, “baby, we made it”
came a long way from that spot gettin’ raided
they book us for shows, they dated
we get the frontend, go crazy
we pickin’ up backends, sh-t crazy
mama had cried when she seen all that paper (d-mn)
i got a sack, them n-ggas faded
backwood filled up with nothin’ but gelato
racks stacked up, yeah, felt like potato
yeah, i beat her back, you know i don’t stay, though
rockin’ off-white like mayo
i took them bands to the fargo
yeah we got tan, narco
tryna see how fast i can f-ck my ho, cardio

[verse 1: lil quill]
i’m tryna see how fast my car go
i’m tryna see how fast i count slow
let the top back and i let my charm show
stack up the racks from them shows and them narcos
roll a spliff, i’ma stuff it with fronto
hit the b-tch and didn’t even give a convo
hit the gas, it got horse just like bronco, huh
louis v, all of my pants cost hunchos, yeah
i do this sh-t for lil domo, huh
plug drop it off on the front door, here
i was down bad every year
me, i’m so up in the sky, i can’t hear
mud over here, why h-ll he drinkin’ beer?
twenty-five racks on my wrist and it’s clear
in the sky in the private jet, leer
i’ma land in oakland, i got bands on me or they near

[verse 2: yung mal]
mama had cried when i pulled all them racks out the fargo (on god)
we done came a long way from the bando
hop on the leer and we fly to the show
pickin’ up backend ‘fore we walk through the front door
we gon’ keep goin’ up, we ain’t never goin’ broke
we ain’t never had sh-t but we always had hope
diamonds all over my neck do jump rope
my sh-t a thousand a squirt
i spend a thousand, she twerk
we havin’ pints like we f-ck with the nurse
sh-t deep in the street but it really get worse
they couldn’t believe that we came out the dirt
smokin’ gelato, that sh-t made my chest hurt
get off your -ss and go get a check first
hit this sh-t from the back, but i get the neck first

[outro]
matt, what up?
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga

- yung mal lil quill lyrics

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