R-Cali lyrics

[Verse 1]

Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999

I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind

Press rewind, back in time

Before rappers droppin' dimes

Trap or die, choppin' pies

With clichés all in they rhymes

[Hook 1]

Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer

Money, power, the whole enchilada

Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava

They serve you to your flocka

If you disrespect that blocka, blocka

[Verse 2]

Choppas on eavesdroppers

Fuck these choppas, I’m about it

Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa

Yeah, you outer, but I’m hotter

Car jackin', pistol-packin'

Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'

Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic

Fenders smashin', windows crashin'

Pants saggin', fuck your fashion

Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan

Back in Cali's where it happen

[Hook 2]

They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer

Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow

It was probably the robbers

The goons and the goblins

They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata

[Bridge]

From New York to San Andreas

And all around the world

Going back to Cali

Yeah, yeah, going back to Cali

New York to San Andreas

I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!"

I'm going back to Cali

Yeah, yeah, going back to Cali, uh

[Interlude: Aston Matthews]

Nigga, what’s brackin'? I’m really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I’m sayin'?

West, you know what I mean?

Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?

Just bein' careful out here

Lookin' out for the enemies

Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz

Fuck killin' these, cuz, I’m on the set, cuz

We killin' everything, anything movin'

Shit, I’m shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz

You already know, yeah

I’ve caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga

He ain’t copped that, fuck that, Blood

Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz

I had to make that happen with this solo

[Verse 3]

Maserati, like Atari

With no car keys, push to start it

New Bugatti, two Bugattis

Testarossa, blue Ferrari

Lamborghini, system bumpin'

Me no worried; Rastafari

This the hardest, supersonic

Systematic, too retarded

New Versace, new apartment

Bigger closet, newer carpet

Hit departments, cooler garments

Set my goal up, new accomplish

Shootin' targets, you the target

Movin' targets, new accomplice

Killed the game and still regardless

Beat the charges, do the honors

• Artist:A$AP Rocky
• Album:The Music of Grand Theft Auto V