[Chorus: Guapo Miguel]
I need a filter
On what I’ve been drinking
It got me tripping
Thinking I love you
But maybe I’m tweeking
I’ll throw these dollars
I’ll keep on throwing these dollars

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
All my hoes come home in two’s
Two in the morning, that’s double time
Did it for ‘dentity, niggas can’t do
Who you think get the keys to the summertime?
Single them out
Leave them on track like acapellas
Let the doctor tell them
Flow so third floor at the hospital ward
Hopping off the boat
Meeting papi at the docks
Twisted like a rope
From trying to tie me in a knot
Put him in a box
Leave him in the dirt
Nail in the coffin
Outlining chalk for talking
Like shut up bitch, twerk
Snotty nostrils
Highly potent hybrid inside my Tommy boxers
Jabbing to jock, bitch hold my dick
Glock 7 like four, five, six, no shit
New boys, no beef
No talk, I see no reason
Even need my cash before I leave
Or leave them barely even breathing
Bordering insanity
Danity dancing with that ‘caine
Jacking hoes for Kennedy’s
Careless world in this vicious game
Innanet
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