GURBS & YOUNGS

[Intro]
Ayy Problem, I know y'all gon' gurb the city up with this one, alright?
Ah damn, records are sainty
Go 'head and gurb out
June, Worthy, alright

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy | JasonMartin]
Lil' homie, what your life like?
Mine's pretty good, I go to bed in the daytime
Wake up when I wanna get some yeah on my bedside
Wake up when I wanna fuck my yep by the poolside (It's the P)
Man, I keep it so Westside
PCH business, man, I keep it so bayside
Bitch look like Kelly P, I keep it so Bayside
Westside of the 405 where I do reside (What?)
Pull up on some D's at the yacht club
12's in the back so loud like we shot somethin'
White folks know me as the P, tell 'em stop frontin'
Call just to check up on my dawgs, I ain't want nothin'
Came back lookin' for my gurb — you look lost, youngin'
Take you out the streets and to the hills if you want mamas
I was in the hood with the homies and the opps fonkin'
Lost some good men, let me pour another shot for 'em
Thinkin' it's all Chevys in the West but we ride foreigns
Polo Sport all up on my neck, bitch, that's Ralph Lauren
Why you let him read through all them texts? Those are not for him
Simpin', that ain't even in my blood, no for heart for it (On God)
Why you lookin' for a pair of keys? Push start on it
Pedal to the floor, all I do, exhaust on 'em (I like that)
I ain't mean to shit, just floss on 'em
Red paint lookin' like I put lip gloss on it

[Chorus: All | JasonMartin]
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs (Alright)
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs (What?)

[Verse 2: Larry June]
This a whole 'nother tax bracket
You shoulda chosen 2015, bitch, you made the wrong decision
Don't compare me to no nigga
I really had them ten toes back to back in them 650s
Casinos in Atlantic City
Nothin' too crazy, just a couple snow bunnies with me
I'm at the Marriott countin' up 20K a nigga made last week
I'm in Osaka eatin' hamachi
Wakin' up bright and early, doin' Pilates
You niggas too focused on this rap shit
I'm stretchin', bank account still doin' backflips
I'm still Top 5 in this rap shit
My bitch so bad, man, it feel like I got six
She tried to move but he not this (Come on)
That's a Rivian, this the newest Bentley

[Chorus: All | JasonMartin]
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs (Alright)
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs
This is for the gurbs and this is for the youngs
This is for the youngs, now back to the gurbs (What?)

[Verse 3: DJ Quik | Jay Worthy]
The question is how you stay people wantin' it?
Give 'em that, make it, that's the best that they gon' get
Nothin' above floatin', not with air still attached to it
This music jet fumes and it blooms 'cause I mastered it (It's the P)
The silk touch spoil every chick I touch, boy
I'ma get you rushed, yo, keep that mouth on hush, ho
Your narcotics 'bout to get your eyes dotted
So get ready for the gurney when you spot it
Nigga, I'm gothic