619

[VERSE 1]

17th street, downtown gas thrifty
Pull up on scene with Gordo's and all the fixings
Speeding past bordos, ferry landing fishing
Came a long way from Sharyland out in Mission
Panorama out where the salt meets the bay
At the light like andale we gotta make it there by 8
Pick up homies hella calm
Navigating out on Palm
Medicated on that bomb leaf, paper that we drawn
Pull a Mitchy Slick, sliding down my strip it's just the protocol
I see the 12 alarm so I go fake I need the molotov
Straight back on Palm Street, set to west side
When I see coast on Seacoast, we could be close to arrive
We came to get it we park it and then we set it off
On the pier, munching, packing heat
Red and green sauce
Ain't no rerock
Ain't no fiends or police fucks
I'm in that 619 finna get these g's up

[Chorus 1]
Chillin in that 619
Sunshine gleaming off the roof of my ride
See IB on the right
Kick it on the beach at night
Chillin in that 619
Be where I be I see beach on the side
See OB on the right
Chillin in that 619

[VERSE 2]
Orale orale, Pacifico I'm orderin
No y'all don't know this shit
Ride the 8 where the ocean is
Fuck where you born and raised, you weak as fuck, I'm soldierin
Passing 40s and loaded clips I'm on some other shit
We South Bay boys chilling where the stash at
Mobile with the cash app
Stationed where you traps at
Patient with the knapsack
Keep away from placa
Money fat as vaca, we trade it like Malacca
I'm too slumped, never see my sneakers laced up
Chillin on that A, rollin dub on red trays cause
I ain't finna pay what they say just for fake love
I could see TJ from anywhere that's outta state love

[Chorus 2]
Chillin in that 619
Sunshine gleaming off the roof of my ride
See Baja C on the right
Kick it on the beach at night
Chillin in that 619
Be where I be I see beach on the side
See CV on the right
Chillin in that 619