Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts?
[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
Why the fuck would I not
Talk my shit if I'm that bitch
I guess I got it from my mama
Get the cash and then I dip
And why the fuck would I not
Act like I ain't been the shit
Like I ain't everything you wanna be you bitch, you fucking wish
Look, got a bitch back in her bag, yuh
Trippin' off this cash, yuh
Bitches wishin' I'd fall off but I'm back up on your ass, yuh
Snow about to spaz, yuh
I do what you can't, yuh
Pulled it off the lot on IG live just for the fans, yuh
You was talkin' shit 'cause you can't sit with us
These bitches prayin' I fall off and that I give it up
But only thing I'm doing's countin' blessings and I'm countin' cash
And countin' on my only homies, I can count 'em on one hand yuh
[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
And why the fuck would I not
Pop a bottle, take your bitch
I guess I got it from my pops 'cause he be drinkin' like a fish
Yeah why the fuck would I not
Represent for what I stand for
If there never was a struggle, then there wouldn't be a Castro
I been 'bout it, they know who run it
Champagne fucked up my stomach
Keep throwin' that hate my way, I just keep risin' above it
Still servin' them with that raw, oh god I know they love it
They tryna take my spot, yeah they pushin' and they keep shovin'
I'm lovin' the fact that I still keep my head in the game
If you been through the things I been through, you'd probably blow out your brain
I was taught to mind my business, I've always stayed in my lane
But unfortunately it's a shame that y'all really can't say the same
[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
Why the fuck would I not
Talk my shit if I'm that bitch
I guess I got it from my mama
Get the cash and then I dip
And why the fuck would I not
Act like I ain't been the shit
Like I ain't everything you wanna be you bitch, you fucking wish
Look, got a bitch back in her bag, yuh
Trippin' off this cash, yuh
Bitches wishin' I'd fall off but I'm back up on your ass, yuh
Snow about to spaz, yuh
I do what you can't, yuh
Pulled it off the lot on IG live just for the fans, yuh
You was talkin' shit 'cause you can't sit with us
These bitches prayin' I fall off and that I give it up
But only thing I'm doing's countin' blessings and I'm countin' cash
And countin' on my only homies, I can count 'em on one hand yuh
[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
And why the fuck would I not
Pop a bottle, take your bitch
I guess I got it from my pops 'cause he be drinkin' like a fish
Yeah why the fuck would I not
Represent for what I stand for
If there never was a struggle, then there wouldn't be a Castro
I been 'bout it, they know who run it
Champagne fucked up my stomach
Keep throwin' that hate my way, I just keep risin' above it
Still servin' them with that raw, oh god I know they love it
They tryna take my spot, yeah they pushin' and they keep shovin'
I'm lovin' the fact that I still keep my head in the game
If you been through the things I been through, you'd probably blow out your brain
I was taught to mind my business, I've always stayed in my lane
But unfortunately it's a shame that y'all really can't say the same
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