[Intro: Estee Nack]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Aha)
No mi hermano que la polibio (Oh)
Oye, perro, son, veinticinco win (Oh, yeah)
So, you know, I need you to split it up, know I'm sayin'?
I already got the ID for you to put it and everythin', my G (Oh-oh)
And this for you, you heard?
Oye, son (Yeah!), yo
[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Drop tha benz top, (Swoo!), buck! Send a shot
Youngan with body, Omoda 7, Glocks
Keep pretendin', hot (Spicy!)
Said I'll rock at full time, send a pop, let me guap somethin' (Fuck outta here!)
Is these little niggas man or not?
Who is that? Mystery God, he never gon' save you
Griselda plus 23 Incrediblе Labels flip the tables (Oh!)
Back in thе day trappin', I used to whip a sable, clip the cable
Son daily packin' the Ruger since the cradle
Where they handin', rock that (Click!)
Cock back, bloody up the top hat, enough of niggas yappin'
You drop flat, stop the cap
Talkin' 'bout trappin', really ain't got jack, son
I'm meltin' the powder like it's hot wax, son (Whip it!)
Scalin' work, risin' salaries (Ching!), started runnin 'through more products
And energising batteries, yo (Money!)
Urban aunts (Fly shit!)
This the type of shit white people offer buyin' galleries (Woah!) Cut a brick of this soft or dry, gradually arisin' (We up!)
Snake shit from niggas, it's really not suprisin'
Watch the horizion, I'm choppin', crop and size 'em (Trap!)
Cross my Ts and dot my Is
When it come to the guap I'm president
Know for runnin' the block, a body, we're lookin' for spots to hide it (Pussy!)
Whip the water like Poseidon or Osiris (Aha!)
Emerald tablet is the knowledge I'm providin' doaf (Go!)
Addicts I'm givin' a solid dose
Holy Ghost, some of my niggas is 'bout it, 'bout it most, son ('Bout it, 'bout it more!)
Oh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Aha)
No mi hermano que la polibio (Oh)
Oye, perro, son, veinticinco win (Oh, yeah)
So, you know, I need you to split it up, know I'm sayin'?
I already got the ID for you to put it and everythin', my G (Oh-oh)
And this for you, you heard?
Oye, son (Yeah!), yo
[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Drop tha benz top, (Swoo!), buck! Send a shot
Youngan with body, Omoda 7, Glocks
Keep pretendin', hot (Spicy!)
Said I'll rock at full time, send a pop, let me guap somethin' (Fuck outta here!)
Is these little niggas man or not?
Who is that? Mystery God, he never gon' save you
Griselda plus 23 Incrediblе Labels flip the tables (Oh!)
Back in thе day trappin', I used to whip a sable, clip the cable
Son daily packin' the Ruger since the cradle
Where they handin', rock that (Click!)
Cock back, bloody up the top hat, enough of niggas yappin'
You drop flat, stop the cap
Talkin' 'bout trappin', really ain't got jack, son
I'm meltin' the powder like it's hot wax, son (Whip it!)
Scalin' work, risin' salaries (Ching!), started runnin 'through more products
And energising batteries, yo (Money!)
Urban aunts (Fly shit!)
This the type of shit white people offer buyin' galleries (Woah!) Cut a brick of this soft or dry, gradually arisin' (We up!)
Snake shit from niggas, it's really not suprisin'
Watch the horizion, I'm choppin', crop and size 'em (Trap!)
Cross my Ts and dot my Is
When it come to the guap I'm president
Know for runnin' the block, a body, we're lookin' for spots to hide it (Pussy!)
Whip the water like Poseidon or Osiris (Aha!)
Emerald tablet is the knowledge I'm providin' doaf (Go!)
Addicts I'm givin' a solid dose
Holy Ghost, some of my niggas is 'bout it, 'bout it most, son ('Bout it, 'bout it more!)
Oh
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