NLM Meech - Santa Monica Lyrics

I said, huh, freak bitch from Santa Monica
She'll come swallow ya
Bad bitch, I'm kinda fond of her
Drawers from Nautica
Looking through the scope, binocular
My vision ocular
762's knocking ya, sent him to Narnia
Huh, ayy, chain on Lucky Charm
The right to bear this arm
Gon' cause that nigga harm
The right to bear this arm
Put snooze on his alarm
Feliz Nav his dad with big ass dracs
Like Christmas song
Mistletoe up in my lungs, Christmas bong
Told that bitch to ride my sleigh
In a Christmas thong
Can't f*ck with me
These niggas slept on me too long
Purple jeans
My tee from Comme des Garçons
Purple jeans I keep it simple
Purple puffer for the winter
Popping Glocks like a pimple
We dent his head just like a dimple
We dent his head just like a dimple
Shaking shit like pack of Skittles
We packing pistols,
Gang pulled up, blew all the missiles
The Wocky fizzle, VVS's not the crystal
The bullets whistle
You hear that, that's your dismissal
Before the bullets ring your bell
Send your ass to hell
Pounds came in from outer space
Told gang put it on the scale
That nigga caught a body
Bet he Sickle in his cell
Beat my case, now I'm a free man
But my brain still up in jail
Freak bitch from Santa Monica
She'll come swallow ya
Bad bitch, I'm kinda fond of her
Drawers from Nautica
Looking through the scope, binocular
My vision ocular
.762's knocking ya, sent him to Narnia