Rancho Cucamonga

[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: RLSG Bsmith]
I love poppin' Percs, they make me feel good
Yeah, I got a little money now, but I'm still hood
I be ridin' around with my .40, I wish a nigga would
I am not the nigga to play with, let's get that understood

[Verse 2: 10kkev]
I just sparked a 'Wood but it ain't goin' in rotation
I've been on the jugg page all day, copy and pastin'
Post seventy-five new pics and the clio get to comin'
Musty-ass nigga smellin' just like some onions

[Verse 3: Kasher Quon]
Nasty-ass nigga pour hot sauce on my Funyuns
Glock with a drum hold fifty, I'll get to dumpin'
My lil' cousin got a peanut head, I'm finna get to thumpin'
Why the fuck you go the mall? You ain't gettin' nothin'

[Verse 4: RLSG Bsmith]
I be at the pharmacy, tryna bust scripts
I lovе dog baby mama head, she got the bеst lips
Niggas never left out of Michigan, they don't take trips
I'm rich as hell, you broke as hell, you work day shifts

[Verse 5: 10kkev]
I just got another three pint through TSA
He asked for free sauce, I gave his ass Sweet Baby Ray
Boy, I ball in real life, this not the NBA
[?] that nigga in the face, I learned that shit from watchin' MMA

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
I told that bitch I need my money, I ain't finna play
And no disrespect to God, but I ain't finna pray
'Cause if you goin' through somethin', prayin' ain't gon' make that shit better
My bitch said, "I like the way you fuck me, you get my shit wetter"

[Verse 7: RLSG BSmith]
I just popped a Perc-30, I'm high, like I got on two sweaters
A nigga could never get down on me 'cause I won't let him
My cousin broke-ass mad as hell 'cause I won't help him
My mama brought me some [?] for my birthday and know I feel special

[Verse 8: 10kkev]
Nigga pulled a quarter out his pocket, I need a lot more
I was tryna get a zip or two, maybe three or four
Rappin' fire, G-19, how you gon' get low?
Wasted a deuce and poured that shit on my french toast

[Verse 9: Kasher Quon]
When I send these bullets at your ass, you better get low
I don't want the bitch if she ain't let me use her info
I only smoke Backwoods, don't want no fronto
Niggas lookin' for me, I'm out in Rancho Cucamonga