Bebécito, FlyGuyy - Pacific Coast Flywayy

Yeah
You know
Sometimes I come over here to just look at the waves
Gain inspiration and thangs
Give the Most High their praise
Know what I'm sayin'?
I spent a lotta time on PCH
But also a lotta time on the actual Pacific
Hence the way I be spittin' it
Yeah
Yeah

On PCH, choppin' game on my cellular
Grew up on Whittier, never been regular
Fine mamis call me papi on the regular
And when I'm there, they don't stop til I get enough
Still got my deadstock from AndStill La Brea
But my team is Street Vintage Kings, watch us go major
Crush a lot, but still can't hide the fact I'm a player
Honeys from everywhere, we tapped in like Tupperware
Never gave a fuck or a care, about a hater opinion
Women love my supervision and submit to my dominion
I'm just a cool, fly homie hailing from the Pacific
Stackin' chips, inna minute, we'll be touching these tickets
I'm notta actor, backtracker, cap rapper, I'm dapper
Mr. Mack Attack, with a knack of Zapp'n out slappers
Hear the boom from the rafters movin' thru like rapids
Finna put the crew on it's happenin'
Hella smooth when I'm mashin'
Yeah

I'm on the Highway, Flywayy
Like '40, ridin' Sideways
FlyGuyy made these beats
I light em like Friday
Why hate?
Knowin' I got the swag of a champion
Catch me dashin' thru traffic
Jurassic slappin' the classics
I'm on the Highway, Flywayy
Like '40, ridin' Sideways
FlyGuyy made these beats
I light em like Friday
Why hate?
Knowin' I got the swag of a champion
Catch me dashin' thru traffic
Jurassic slappin' the classics
Yeah
Yeah

Top of the class with my graphics
Like plastic texture, I'm flashy
Revenues always automatic
When I sit to gas it
Spazzin' with the details
You could send your cash through email!
(Email)
(Email!)
Yeah

Written by:
Branden Carcamo

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