Lyrics Santa Barbara - Bobby Raps

Santa Barbara

Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Nothing you can say could fuck my mood up
I got plugs in Santa Barbara
Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they did)
I got like two in the car now
I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I will)
I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I'm 'bout to)
Yeah, streets turned me into a target (they did)
Got my chain down in Slauson (I did)
Bustin' dance moves, no Charleston (I am)
I don’t know what else to tell you (I don’t)
Blame it on how I got brought up (I do)
Boy, I’m a midnight marauder, I didn’t have no more options (I didn’t)
Now I go do what I wanna, already know what I gotta (I do)
I fucked that bitch I didn’t call her
Why?
'cause that pussy was garbage (it was)
Addict addicted to water, boy I’ma need me a sponsor
Uh, yeah, I’m just doin' what they taught me
Left the streets alone, I hear 'em calling
I’ma pass the paper to acknowledge (it was)
My new baby gorgeous, I would just never exploit her (never)
I just ran into a lawyer, I bumped her cause she loitered (I did)
I served a seven in high school, I weighed it out on the toilet (it's true)
I ain’t gon' tell you them stories, I know how it end, I won’t spoil it (I
won’t)
Y’all just be flossin' and flaugin', the language confuse you because you not
cultured, no (damn)
I be in dope boy whips, 300's and them Chargers (skrt)
I’m stoned like a boulder, you a lil baby, act grown up (wah wah)
I don’t need to fuck with no one, fold them bundles on my lonesome (I did)
Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Everything changed when we crewed up (it did)
There ain’t even nothin' you could say (nothin' on this fuckin' earth)
That would ever fuck my mood- hold up
Did my dirt off Hiawatha
I just made a move at the Dropbox
I rolled through the turf with my partner
And I was in the van, it got shot up
Fell in too deep, I got caught up
I slipped up, I miscalculated
Nothing that I did was exaggerated
Nothing I can do but keep on navigating
I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do)
Pulled up on us and they dropped 'em (they did)
I done got two in the car now (I do)
I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (see what they talkin' 'bout)
I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout
I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout, woah
I give a fuck how it seems
I got ones all in my jeans
I bust like I’m Zach LaVine
White girl like Avril Lavigne
This is real life, fuck a screen
Ho, why you switching them scenes
You remind me of them fiends
Tryna sell stolen TV’s, yeah
I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do)
Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they brought it)
Think I got two in the car now
I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout)
I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout)
I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout