Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Oakland lyrics

Haha matt, what up?
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
I got like, five figures worth of cash on me
Five pounds worth of gas on me 48 Hertz
On God

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, shit crazy
Mama had cried when she seen all that paper
(Damn) i got a sack, them niggas 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 fuck my ho, cardio

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 bitch 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 shit 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 hell 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

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, shit crazy
Mama had cried when she seen all that paper
(Damn) i got a sack, them niggas 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 fuck my ho, cardio

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 shit but
We always had hope
Diamonds all over my neck do jump rope
My shit a thousand a squirt
I spend a thousand, she twerk
We havin' pints like we fuck with the nurse
Shit deep in the street but
It really get worse
They couldn't believe that we
Came out the dirt
Smokin' gelato, that shit made my chest hurt
Get off your ass and go get a check first
Hit this shit from the back
But I get the neck first

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, shit crazy
Mama had cried when she seen all that paper
(Damn) i got a sack, them niggas 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 fuck my ho, cardio

Matt, what up?
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga