Letra Meet me in frisco Larry June

Meet me in frisco

How you doin’, baby?
You lookin’ real beautiful today
Cardo Got Wings
It’s good, tap in
Just pull up on me, I mean, it ain’t really shit to do
You know I mean? We can go hikin’ or sun’
Sun’ very peaceful, you know I mean?
What’s hannin’? Tap in

I been wantin’ this bitch for a minute (For a minute)
The bitch tapped in, so I’m cleanin’ off my rims (Rims)
Make sure my white tee crispy (Crispy)
I’m goin’ to her crib, so my .45 with me (With me)
A nigga gotta stay on his toes (Toes)
Is the bitch really single? You never really know
Off top, I took that chance (Chance)
She cooked a nigga dinner, then a nigga got them pants
Now, I’m back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me)
Took a lock off the steerin’ wheel, it’s time to go
This for the girls in San Jo- (San Jo-)
Stocked in Modesto, she choosin’ fasho (Fasho)
Bitch, drink a smoothie (Smoothie), do some yoga (Do some yoga)
And make sure it don’t got a odor (No, no, no)
Me and Kilo used to sit ‘em down in the V
On my mama, I was nineteen whippin’ 550
What's hannin'?

All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit)
I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch (Numbers)
Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s

I’m up early in the mornin’, lightin’ up a deuce
Sippin’ champagne mimosa with that organic juice
Stayin’ heavy on the bitch, like my nephew Larry June
We some projects niggas, so you know we pay dues, yeah
I put in that work, do I make it look easy?
Do I get money? Isn't fat meat greasy?
Pull up on a breezy, ask her what it do
I’m out here chasin’ blue strips, bitch, what about you?
You can hop up in this foreign, if you really with the shit
When she not about a dollar, I don’t really need the bitch
I really just be mackin’, tryna motivate her
A boss not a captain, so I ain’t tryna save her
Never been a hater, I’m more like a gangster
I rep that RBL in the city of them playas
‘Frisco, ‘Frisco, where you gotta pack a pistol
Stay away from sucka shit, and stay up on your tip-toes

All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit)
I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch (Numbers)
Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s

I’m just gettin’ lined up, but the .40 on me (On me)
‘Cause everywhere I go, everybody know me (Know me)
If the bitch didn’t want me back then, now she on it (On it)
You better have your shit together, bitch, or I don’t want it
(Want it)
Full-time father (Father), I want it – then, I’m coppin’ (Coppin')
Took the pin out the choppa, automatic whoppa
Now, I’m off to Vallejo, ‘cause the bitch pay more (Pay more)
Check trap, then a nigga dippin’ like queso
Back to the motherfuckin’ city (City)
I cross two bridges, my Black bitch with me (With me)
When I get that Cash App, I dance like Diddy (Diddy)
Pineapple smoothie (Smoothie), my whip so shitty (Shitty)
I don’t need shit from a nigga, I’m a boy (I'm a boy)
I like candy on my motherfuckin’ toys (On my toys)
Skrrrt! Swingin’, mobbin’ (Mobbin')
Numbers, runnin’ up commas (Commas)
Good job

All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this)
Not fiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing that shit)
I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch
(I don’t need that bitch)
Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream)
Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P)
The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers)
Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don’t need that shh
I don’t want that shh
Man, off top, nigga
Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy