Larry June - Corte Madera, CA Lyrics

Hoppin' out swangin', you know I'm mean
Shit crazy, nigga
(Mh) man
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

Taking pictures on the jet, Escalade at my arrival
Gotta stay on your toes, nigga, work on your posture
Checkin' emails with the bitch and countin' up profit (yeah, uh, man)
V12 in the Vette, I just breezed through the traffic (uh, damn)
I just ran a couple miles and bust a move before seven (check, man, seven)
Smile on my face when I count it's a fetish (yeah, uh, fetish)
First you gotta take your passion then apply pressure (shit, uh, numbers)
You fucked around and spent your whole advance on a necklace
So many whips I might ship one to Texas (yeah, uh)
Courtside chillin' with these emeralds in my necklace (yeah)
You called the bitch back to back, acting hella extra (uh)
I don't see how niggas do it, man, that shit so embarrassing (embarrassing)
Gt speed when I'm slidin through the city (uh)
Every man for himself gotta move with intention (uh, damn, uh)
Niggas say they gon' rob me, nigga, better get with me
Slidin' with a fo' nicky and a Drac with a fifty
Still building bigger brands, making plays on the low
Snow bunny out in Humboldt with a line on them bows (uh, yeah, yeah)
All you broke niggas did was put me more on my toes (ayy)
I'm the type to park the Lamb and double back in the Rolls

(Nice car Larry) what's hannin'?
Spaceships on the Blade and shit (on the Blade and shit)
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Yeah, numbers
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)