Lyrics from Rolling Loud Cali 2025 Performance

[Intro]
Metro

[Verse 1]
I done fucked up in Cali' again
I’m off that Cali' again, duckin' and dodgin’ the county
Back where they found me again, be sure not to doubt me again
You can't put guap on my top like a bounty
Clean up that case, that's a Bounty
Fakin', they stand on the stand
My kids, my junior, they all Robert Downey again
Keep them from 'round me again
All of my sons got racks on head
All of my words get taxed, no cred'
All my n***as got stacks on deck
All you n***as get whacked, they playin'
All these hoes break backs on bread
After we fuck, no cash, no bread
Wipe that smoke, get lеft on read
These n***as is hoеs, they rats, they feds
Think my past on me like future, like smoke
Takin' shots, hoes ain’t gon’ tap at the ball
[?] my time [?], this your last show
Feel like a lotto', that burner scratched off
If I ever told one, [?]
The price is so low you would think it’s half off
Gold in your mouth just to blow your ass off
She eatin' me up just to see what's in store
[Chorus]
Bottega to court, your honor
I wear Armani to court, your honor
Look like John Gotti in court, your honor
The [?] said Rocky in court, your honor
I wear that Prada in court, your honor
Look like Godfather in court, your honor
Yeah, I got-got that shit on, your honor
Yeah, 'cause I put that shit on, your honor, your honor (Wait)

[Verse 2]
Got a mop on ’em right now
Prolly got a prop on 'em right now
N***a got a drop on 'em right now
Not guilty, I'm servin' in the crowd
Over four fuckin' years on trial
Look the DA in his face with a smile
Tryna take away from a child
Got them cuts on my knuckles, it was slugs and scuffles
Shoutout to the jury, no [?], no jewelry
2024, I ain't takin' no prenup
Bitch like dinero, your price is casino
Twelvyy, Lou Banga and Joe Tacopina
Snitch on that stand on your man like you Nino
Wasn't designer, they find it like court
[Chorus]
Bottega to court, your honor
I wear that Marni to court, your honor
Look like John Gotti in court, your honor
You know that God got me in court, your honor
I wear that Prada in court, your honor
Look like Godfather in court, your honor
Yeah, I got-got that shit on, your honor
Yeah, 'cause I put that shit on, your honor, your honor

[Bridge]
Bottega to court, your honor
I wear designer to court, your honor
My kids and momma in court, your honor
I held down Rihanna in court, your honor
My baby momma, I pull up in London
I got the [?], she match my designer
They say we model, they say we shop on as partners
They say we model, they say, your honor

[Chorus]
Bottega to court, your honor
I wear Armani to court, your honor
Look like John Gotti in court, your honor
Red like Ferrari in court, your honor
I wear that Prada in court, your honor
Look like Godfather in court, your honor
Pray that God got that shit on, your honor
Watch how I put that shit on, your honor, your honor