American rapper YG released his new single “HOLLYWOOD” with Shoreline Mafia on Friday, May 23, 2025. From the opening lines to the final beat, this song keeps you hooked. YG glorifies his gang background, as well as flaunting his success. Through this track, he has also given a warning, that those who get confused by the glamour of Hollywood, should remember that “real street shit” still goes on here. The lyrics, penned by Alejandro Carranza, James Royo, YG, Kevin Duane Mccord, Tyrone Griffin, Jr., Norman Lewis, and Fenix Rypinski, carry weight, and thanks to Ty Dolla $ign, Damn James, and Cyrus “NOIS” Taghipour’s slick production, it sounds as good as it feels. Check out the HOLLYWOOD lyrics by YG and Shoreline Mafia below, and experience the song’s passion.
Lyrics of HOLLYWOOD by YG & Shoreline Mafia
From Bompton All The Way To Sunset
I Ain’t Bummin’ If I Can’t Get The Gun In
If I’m Bummin’, Then You Know I Bring The Bloods In
Blood In, Blood Out, B**ch, We Thuggin’
Throwin’ Up Gang Signs
On That F**k The Opps Shit So Much,
They Try To Hit Me With A Hate Crime
Chances, I’ma Take Mines
Good Pussy Gotta Fly Across State Lines
Yeah, Got Your Lady Spoiled
Hundred Bottles At The Crib, No Baby Oil
Yeah, Got Your Lady Spoiled
Hundred Bottles At The Crib, No Baby Oil
Smokin’, Drinkin’, F**kin’
And The Opps, They Ain’t On Nothin’
Got It On Me When I’m In The Function
Nigga Starin’ Too Hard And I’m Bussin’
Got A Switch On This Blick, You Can’t Duck This
And The Clip Too Big, I Can’t Tuck Shit
This Some West Coast Shit, You Can’t F**k Wit’
South Central All The Way To Sunset
From Hollywood All The Way To Bompton
Think About Nip When I’m On Slauson
Selling Ho*s On Fig Like An Auction
When You Approach Me, Do It With Some Caution
I Just Turned Coachella Into Hochella
And I Got It On Me, I’m A Known Felon
Catch A Case, Take A Charge, I Don’t Do No Tellin’
Don’t Do No Arguin’, Don’t Do No Yellin’
Anytime That I Perform, I Got A Blick On The Stage
You Can Tell I’m Cuttin’ Up, Startin’ To Look Like Johnny Cage
Sell Good Cocaine On My Burst Free Range
B**ch, I Came From The Trenches, Shoot Outs And Runnin’ Fades
Smokin’, Drinkin’, F**kin’
And The Opps, They Ain’t On Nothin’
Got It On Me When I’m In The Function
Nigga Starin’ Too Hard And I’m Bussin’
Got A Switch On This Blick, You Can’t Duck This
And The Clip Too Big, I Can’t Tuck Shit
This Some West Coast Shit, You Can’t F**k Wit’
South Central All The Way To Sunset
This That West Coast Shit You Can’t F**k With
I Got Her Suckin’ On My Dick, She Got The Duck Lips
Freaky A*s B**ch, Wanna F**k Me With No Condom
Wipe A Nigga Nose, If We Spot ’em Then We On Him, B**ch
You See The Boogers On The Face Like I’m Sick
You Try To Turn Her To Her Wife, But She Out Here Doin’ Dicks
She Showin’ Out, She Doing Tricks
I Bend Her Over, Then She Put Me On The Floor And Did The Splits
I Love The Way She Make It Grip
I Might Let You Give Me Head, Baby, But Don’t Kiss Me On My Lips
We Got One, Two, Three, Four Blickies In The Vip
Let A Nigga Try To Trip, We Throwin’ Bullets In This B**ch
Let A Nigga Trip, He Gon’ Get A Facelift
That Forty Glock Got Him Doin’ The Matrix
All The Pretty Ho*s Gon’ Play This
Joey Bada$$ Gon’ Hate This
