[Intro] Bro, I am not about to be up in this rap game Being "Mexican, cha cha" and shit This "All work, No credit" shit is done, bro I'm not gonna take that shit no more I ain't fuckin' with y'all
[Verse 1] I got you motherfuckas talking, huh But it don't mind, got that heavin' Monster in my cup No slowin' down, got my palms itching for the pesos I'm bout to turn up on the game like what the fuck I came fo' I swear to God, all you hype beats trying me Like I ain't have your favorite labels tryna sign me Like I ain't bout to make this publishing on writing Like it ain't these fraudulent bitches, that's how you bitin' me This shit grimy Okay, but fuck that, I ain't playing the part I'ma switch it up on you bitches Oh you don't like me trynna stay low-key Oh me, oh my shit's different Cause I'll take it back, way back, back to Cadillac '85 I'll take ya trap, give it back, statin' facts that my shit gon ride
[Hook x2] Low-key, I'm outcha, I'm bout to get it It ain't no going back, I'm bout to kill it See I be playing games, but I've been chilling Y'all on some fuck shit, and I ain't with it
[Verse 2] Now, what the fuck you think I rap for free? Man, all you silly bitches hatin', go and grab a seat Cause I been out here on some humble shit, just tryna eat But y'all keep acting like I won't come out and drag a skeez Over but y'all gon see, y'all gon see I'm a Texas livin' Cali chick That mean I own a .45 and I can carry it That mean I fucking own some property from selling shit Ho, what you think I don't got Product Pushas chasin' grip Finna make it big Man I'm really thinking that lately, this game just like to push hoes Cause I been giving y'all bars for days, and I swear to y'all the lord knows That I ain't bragged not one time bout all the shit in they songs But I'm bout to flip this shit real quick this chick finna get her dough
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
