1800 - King Lil G

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800

The police was trippin', they kickin' down that door (Yeah)

He just arrested my homeboy so now he sittin' in court

I know you keepin' it solid once you walk up in that dorm (Ayy)

Gang related, and never folded if enemies want war (Ayy)

I’m sipping 1800 every time I go perform

I sent you five hundred 'cause I know you hitting that store

We was hitting them licks in that blue Honda Accord

Had a scale, had the weed, had them bars up in my drawer

Had these hoes sending hearts through a text when they report

And I give 'em just a little bit of love but they want more

Understand I had nothing, it was grimy, I was poor

Now I’m staring at these diamonds, goddamn, they feel important

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800

Smoke a blunt with me, I’ma take you to the sky

Smoking la-la-la

Smoke a blunt with me, I’ma take you to the sky

Smoking la-la-la

I been ruthless, back up on my Eazy E shit

I been cruising with my dawgs, they strapped to lunatic

Bitches calling my phone, talkin' 'bout, «G, where’d you go?»

I been folding hundreds at the top, relaxing in my zone

I was in Texas, I was in Vegas, I was with strippers at my location

You got an issue, we could arrange it

But they can’t stop this elevation

I’m on the crib with elevators

I need a bitch to do me a favor

I love Gelato, that’s my favorite

I need a loft in the skyscrapers

So I can chill, so I can flex

So I can show you this tat on my chest

So you can see that I’m smoking the best

So you can see how I’m fucking your ex

I’m a Southsider in a designer shirt made in Italy

I’m a Southsider, fuck your comments, I’m a Sucio mentally, yeah

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800 (1800)

My hood, the gang, we poppin', I’m thuggin'

Ocean views and blue skies, I keep it 1800 (1800)

Smoke a blunt with me, I’ma take you to the sky

Smoking la-la-la

Smoke a blunt with me, I’ma take you to the sky

Smoking la-la-la

Yeah, shout out to all my homeboys smoking motherfucking blunts

All my dawgs in the building

Smoking that jet fuel

Shout out my homeboy Stretch

Yeah, yeah

My big bro C, what’s poppin'?

Told you to hit that blunt, but hit it light

That shit gon' get you high as fuck, yeah, yeah

Ayy, you gon' call them bitches or what?

Let’s go