[Intro] (Sup, Smoke?) Nothin' (What you got on my drink?) Nothin'
[Verse 1: D Smoke] Queens shine and kings grind, the blinding light that we let off is so thorough (Thorough) Sleep time and harvest, starvin' artists often turn to martyrs, no euros (Euros) But we endured with spirits purer than the diamond, ran through fire infernos (Infernos) But run up on us, ain't no easy come up, we'll one up a bitch nigga (D Smoke) Supa Rocket on my waist, I'm poppin' It could be apocalypse, but, fuck, I gave went off the roof, roof, roof, roof Chocolate nigga with lots of potential I'm on to you Inglewood niggas on the loose, loose, loose, loose Pop is a figure I follow I figured my father coulda been a doctor, but he choose, choose, choose, choose To park at the crib with a heart for the kids Tony Stark, light up a nigga, woo, woo (Listen) Viva mi barrio, salidas no hay Palomita que dan encima (Vente Humo) Mi vida es más exclusiva Por eso las chicas quieren bésame, dame el culo Lo tiran pa' tras y lo cacho con manos abiertos Somos expertos, somos burós Ahí las leonas y tigre, los monos No viven por mucho tiempo, te lo juro Chúpamelo, mami, si tú sabes lo que tengo en mi pantalones I been on this shit since I was rockin' chonis in ghetto apartments No regard, we don't offer condolences Sharpen a sword and get to barking like fuckin' Napoleon I'm OG homie en mi casa (Casa) Y en mi ciudad aloco la raza (Raza) I'm in the field like a running back Hundred black gunnas huntin' for my enemies Suffering succotash, you sucka ass
[Chorus: D Smoke] Niggas got me fucked up Hoes got me fucked up, uh Haters got me fucked up Even the bros got me fucked up, uh Niggas got me fucked up Hoes got me fucked up, uh Haters got me fucked up Even the bros, wait, fuck it Deebo
[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product & D Smoke] Mexican bitch with a chip on her shoulder the size of a boulder That got you 'bout to blow yo' top off (Lil' bitch) Better known as Little Snow but I'm cold and so doper than dope And goddamnit, I just know yo' jaw will drop When I walk by, you better hold your thoughts Rocks 'bout to turn to water 'cause you know Snow's hot Yeah, I'll take your bitch, pass her off, pack her out, [?][1:38] You grind for the bitch, she in the back of the bus lockjawed Look, I don't know who the fuck raised you dudes You dick riding, hoppin' on and off waves too soon Y'all be crying, nobody vibe with the way you move You got a problem with a real one, bitch, say you do You better say it wit' you chest like you a man or somethin' (A man or somethin') Your mama went through labor pains just to raise a little bitch You's the type to really take a stand or something Heard the shit you tryin' to drop, that wasn't it Y me dijeron que le meta, que ya saben, soy la Jefa Que les traigo la manteca, aquí la grasa, papi Mexicanos han de fiestas, ya llegamos a la meta Ahora, si aquí se respeta, what you gotta for me? Traigo pleito pa' todo, yo vengo de lodo Con paisas y cholos, y Latinx Me criaron desde el rancho, por aquí traigo palo santo Cada vez que yo les canto, you know what the fuck this is? (Yup)
[Chorus: D Smoke] Niggas got me fucked up Hoes got me fucked up, uh Haters got me fucked up Even the bros got me fucked up, uh Niggas got me fucked up Hoes got me fucked up, uh Haters got me fucked up Even the bros, wait, fuck it DeeboTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
