Testo Highway 5 chronicles Larry June

Highway 5 chronicles

Tryin to get this motherfuckin’ bag, man
You niggas don’t even know the half of this shit, for real
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I done took a lot of
L’s, I don’t lost good hoes
I done fucked up off the trap on four’s
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin’ Beamers
Sellin’ Cristina, I feel like I’m dreamin’
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

On my way to Santa Rosa, I’m stressin’ off bad
White bitch in my passenger, forkin’ the cash
Only thing on my mind is I gotta make it out
Shit wasn’t really for me, I started writin’ raps
‘Bout the shit that I’m dealin’ with on daily basis
Hotel to hotels, rentals to Vegas
How I fucked up the trap, then Pleasant Hills saved me
Eight hunid a day for two weeks, went crazy
This around the time when I copped the 650 (Copped the 650)
Trunk full of Red Bottoms, pocket full of twenties
I had a square bitch that I loved for real (Loved for real)
But the game – I couldn’t give it up for real (I couldn't give it up)
Got addicted to the bitches, money, and calls (Money and calls)
I never did a scam, paid cash for all (Paid cash for all)
I’m him, and everythin’ I say is legit (Check)
Movin’, groovin’, keepin’ it lit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What’s hannin’?

I done took a lot of L’s, I don’t lost good hoes
I done fucked up off the trap on four’s
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin’ Beamers
Sellin’ Cristina, I feel like I’m dreamin’
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Woke up in the mornin’ and made me some tea
(Made me some tea)
Bought the bitch a Rollie for no damn reason (No damn reason)
Mackin’ (Mackin’), it’s levels to this shit (Shit)
You can’t just take, gotta elevate the bitch (Numbers)
My bitch rock Chanel and the latest Dior (Dior)
[?] fieldtrips, we can hit for sure
We used to hit Benihana’s four times in a week (Week)
Five-thousand dollars in my True Religion jeans (Jeans)
Beastin’ (Mobbin’), I had a spot at the Meridian (Meridian)
Punk bitch keyed my car, I was trippin’
Well, fuck it, I went and made that claim (Made that claim)
I came up and repainted the whole thang
Then, I bought some shoes, then hit the blade (Hit the blade)
I parked my shit outside of Mason café (Mason café)
I’m havin’ some thoughts (Havin’ some thoughts)
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the game (Thinkin’ ‘bout the game)
And how shit prolly ain’t gon’ ever be the same

I done took a lot of L’s, I don’t lost good hoes
I done fucked up off the trap on four’s
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin’ Beamers
Sellin’ Cristina, I feel like I’m dreamin’
But I’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Man
And bitch, I can’t make this shit up, fuck you mean?
You know I’m sayin’?
Every real nigga gon’ feel this, off top
And shout out to them real bitches too, straight up
Numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Good job
Cardo, what’s hannin’?
Cruise USA
Straight to that bag