Cali - FBG Duck, FBG Young

Yeah yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy

I’m not making money everyday, then I’m not happy

Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy

Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly

Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly

Said she want a long time, took her to a telly

Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly

Try to say that I ain’t shit, you knew that when you met me

Got a white bitch named Sally, she like to call me daddy

She say she is a vegan, my wrist karats, eat these veggies

Bet she got a fatty, huh

Let me get behind it, uh

Hit it with my leg up, threw my desk up, while I’m swaggin', yeah

Ol plug called my number, he don’t get it, boy I jumped ya, huh

Walkin' stank the room up, that’s the debt of my aroma

My lil bitch keep it cool, she roll my new up, took the bumper, huh

Red Bottom for my boo, yo bitch sick dick, she won’t get nothing

Now I’m going back to Cali, was a trap star before I start rappin'

Flood my hood with Ps, and I’m still good with my accent, huh

Fresh up off the tori, hit yo block I’m on a rampage, huh

You niggas is unemployed, ya act like bitches, getting messy, huh

Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy

I’m not making money everyday, then I’m not happy

Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy

Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly

Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly

Said she want a long time, took her to a telly

Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly

Try to say that I ain’t shit, you knew that when you met me

I got Ps in my trunk, driving back and forth to Cali

I bought every damn designer, never bought no ballies

They say I’ma ticket, you can’t win in the rally

Scarf wrapped around my fuckin' head like i’m a Tali

No bitch, if you not talkin' money it don’t matter

Come and give me sloppy fuckin' toppy in the alley

Heard you let somebody take yo shit and now I have it

No, I’m not a capper, so just stop with all that cappin'

We’ll make a nigga disappear like we know magic

Put that .32 to his back like he Magic

Then hit a nigga with that 32 babbage

12 hit the spot, we gotta put it in the attic

Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy

I’m not making money everyday, then I’m not happy

Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy

Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly

Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly

Said she want a long time, took her to a telly

Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly

Try to say that I ain’t shit, you knew that when you met me