ASAP Rocky - R. Cali Lyrics
Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mindPress rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimesTrap or die, chopping pies, with clichés all in they rhymesNow it's Gucci, Prada and anything designerMoney, power, the whole enchiladaCommas, dollars, the greens and the guavaThey serve you to your flockaIf you disrespect that blocka, blockaChoppers on eavesdroppers***** these choppers I'm about itGrinding like 2Pac with Biggie PoppaYeah, you outer but I'm hotter, rightCarjacking, pistol packing, mother*****ing choppers clappingMetal jacket automatic magazines head on trafficWindow smashing, windows crashingPants sagging, ***** your fashionYeah, a nigga run ManhattanBack in Cali's where it happenIt's Gucci, Escada, and anything designerGroupies, poppers, they all gonna swallowIt was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblinsThey hating a lot, medulla oblongataMaserati like Atari with no car keys, push to start itNew Buggatti, two BugattisTesla Roadster, new FerrariLamborghini, system bumpingMe no worried, RastafariThis the hardest supersonicSystematic, too retardedNew Versace, new apartmentBigger closet, newer carpetHit departments, cool it allMust set my goal if you accomplishShoot a target, you the targetMoving targets, new accomplishKill the game but still regardlessBeat the charges, do the honors
