no coachella for me
Singer:dave east
i can't leave the hood cuz my phone clickin'
she told me her rent is due
watch yo head in these streets
all these models are smashin'
fill my pocket with magnums
100 choppas just to blast some
cuttin' dough to coachella
crimson me killin' that stage
50 dreams in the jam sports
cuz i fuck with yo main thot
i'm just pimpin' and whippin' and whippin'
and whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin'
the studio back to the kitchen
they look at me different
you run in yo house with no luggage
she ask why we ain't go together
that bitch was a ho when i met her
left her make up over my polo sweater
she got a bubble that's fat
i be with gusties and traps
i got hitters that don't give a fuck about rap
i was out swiping in soho with heather
we got enough but we gon' get some more
i had a bitch but don't want her no more
and that's off a day in the trap
i hate to do a 3 to 6 with this pistol
maybe next year i could make it a promise
my neighbor's in love with this coke