Meet Me in Frisco lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
How you doin', baby?
You lookin' real beautiful today
(Cardo Got Wings)
It's good, tap in
Just pull up on me, I mean, it ain't really sh*t to do
You know what I mean? We can go hiking or something
Something very peaceful, you know what I mean?
What's happening? Tap in (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Larry June]
I been wantin' this b*tch for a minute (For a minute, damn)
The b*tch tapped in, so I'm cleanin' off my rims (Rims)
Make sure my white tee crispy (Damn, crispy)
I'm goin' to her crib, so my .45 with me (Damn, with me)
A n*gga gotta stay on his toes (Toes, damn)
Is the b*tch really single? You never really know (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Off top, I took that chance (Chance, damn)
She cooked a n*gga dinner, then a n*gga got them pants (Pants)
Now, I'm back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me)
Took the lock off the steering wheel, it's time to go (Damn)
This for the girls in San Jo (San Jo)
Stockton, Modesto, she choosin' for sure (Damn, damn, sure)
b*tch, drink a smoothie (Smoothie), do some yoga (Man)
And make sure it don't got a odor (Good job)
Me and Kilo used to sit 'em down in the V
On my momma, I was 19 whippin' 550, what's happening?
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap n*ggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Nonfiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the sh*t (Damn, then I swing the sh*t)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the b*tch (Numbers)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream (Damn, dream)
Stylin', profilin', keepin' sh*t P (Man, P)
The hoe never met another n*gga like me (Damn, numbers)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Damn)

[Verse 2: Black C]
I'm up early in the mornin' (Aye), lightin' up a deuce
Sippin' champagne mimosa with that organic juice (Uh-huh)
Stayin' healthy on a b*tch like my nephew Larry June (Larry June)
We some project n*ggas, so you know we pay dues
Yeah, I put in that work, do I make it look easy? (That work)
Do I get money? Is that meat greasy? (Uh-huh)
Pull up on a breezy, ask her what it do (Aye, what it do?)
I'm out here chasin' blue strips, b*tch, what about you? (What about you?)
You can hop up in this foreign if you really with the sh*t (With the sh*t)
If she not about a dollar, I don't really need the b*tch
I really just be mackin' (Uh-huh), tryna motivate her (Yeah)
A boss, not a captain, so I ain't tryna save her
Never been a hater, I'm more like a gangster (Uh-uh)
I rep that RBL in the city of them players
Frisco, Frisco where you gotta pack a pistol
Stay away from sucker sh*t and stay up on your tip-toe (Yeah)
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap n*ggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Nonfiction, I really live this (Live this)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the sh*t (Damn, then I swing the sh*t)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the b*tch (Numbers)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream (Damn, dream)
Stylin', profilin', keepin' sh*t P (Man, P)
The hoe never met another n*gga like me (Damn, numbers)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Good job)

[Verse 3: Larry June]
I'm just gettin' lined up, but the 40 on me (On me)
'Cause everywhere I go (Yeah) everybody know me (Know me)
If the b*tch didn't want me back then, now she on it (On it)
You better have your sh*t together, b*tch, or I don't want it (Want it)
Full time father (Father), I want it then I'm coppin' (Coppin')
Took the pin out the chop, automatic whopper (Whopper)
Now, I'm off to Vallejo 'cause the b*tch pay more (Pay more)
Check trap, then a n*gga dippin' like queso
Back to the motherf*ckin' City (City)
I cross two bridges (Damn), my Black b*tch with me (With me)
When I get that Cash App, I dance like Diddy (Diddy)
Pineapple smoothie, my whip so sh*tty (Smoothie, man, good job)
I don't need sh*t from a n*gga, I'm a boy (Damn, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I like candy on my motherf*ckin' toys (On my toys, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Skrrt, swingin', mobbin' (Damn, mobbin', damn)
Numbers, runnin' up commas, good job (Man, commas)
[Chorus: Larry June]
All the trap n*ggas gon' feel this (Feel this)
Nonfiction, I really live this (Live this, yeah)
Take the top off the Vette then I swing the sh*t (Swing that sh*t)
I really just be been mackin', I don't need the b*tch (I don't need that b*tch)
Sippin' Blue Label, my life is a dream
Stylin', profilin', keepin' sh*t P (Aye, aye, numbers)
The hoe never met another n*gga like me (Damn)
Hunters Point, Fillmore, to the V Gs (Damn, man)

[Outro: Larry June]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't need that—
I don't want that—man, off top, n*gga
Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy