U Know Where to Find Us

[Intro: CalBoy]
Put the pressure on 'em
Hey
Twenties on me, know I'm high
8-0-Apes
Ayy, gang, ayy

[Chorus: CalBoy]
Better keep your pipe when you ride
'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
I know you ain't gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
I might let this gun take your life
I got this blicker on me, boy, don't try us
Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don't mind us
Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us

[Verse 1: Ballout]
SR-40's, .223's, carbon fiber (.223)
Forgiatos on them lil' bro tires (Skrrt, skrrt)
I don't say too much 'cause niggas wired (What?)
If I want to fuck her then I fly her (Fly her)
I walk in the store cashin', I'm the buyer (I'm the buyer, bitch)
I'm the biggest dealer, supplier (You a plier, bitch)
.223 kickback got a lot of fire (Lot of fire, bitch)
My whole car wrapped in carbon fiber (Skrrt)
I'm smokin' out the pound, I need a lighter
This Bentley can't but get me a little higher
Shawty say she got the mouth, I should try her (Top)
Addicted taken just l cause I'm a fly her

[Chorus: CalBoy]
Better keep your pipe when you ride
'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
I know you ain't gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
I might let this gun take your life
I got this blicker on me, boy, don't try us
Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don't mind us
Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us

[Verse 2: CalBoy]
Bitch, I'm with the gang, you know how I'm bomin'
Bitch, I come from nothin', turned that shit to somethin'
Aimin' at his brain, they say go, I bust it
It ain't no discussion, don't tolerate fuck shit
I'm steady rollin' up ganja
Sleep through the night, I'm thinkin' 'bout life, ayy
He wanna tweak with the squad
He playin' with his life, we takin' his life, yeah
He wanna talk like he hard
I told my lil' bro to tell him good night, ayy
I just might send him to God
'Cause I got this pipe, it put up a fight, yeah

[Chorus: CalBoy]
Better keep your pipe when you ride
'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
I know you ain't gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
I might let this gun take your life
I got this blicker on me, boy, don't try us
Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don't mind us
Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us