Psuedo Fimiguerrero (Ft. Sainté)

[Intro]
Gren

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Can't tell me bout no psuedo
I kick shit down like judo
I’ve seen the future, pluto
I make bread, its fat like sumo
I think I need my kudos
The watch on me like Hublot
I done bossed up like Hugo
I was tryna trust on time, but who knows
The Binance scores on the foreway
This bread baking is my forte (Ay)
She eat this dick like gourmet pieces
Cah I got my neck on sorbet
I was hitting licks in the hallways
Them times, I'd be the last at the doorway
Need bread, then I'm getting it always
I got a bad ting that lives up in Norway
It’s calm cause I got it on a tour date

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
I know that the cycles repeating
This life is a game and I'm cheating
Sometimes I didn't know how to eat in the evening
So how could I care bout a breakup
There's cash on my mind when I wake up
My mum told me bout that fake love
I was 13 I had no data, no paper, in the car tryna break her
Bad bitch, [?] shouldn't ever paid her
I got a bad ting straight from Jamaica
Fucked her, well I fucked up her makeup
I got girls, I was filing my paycuts
I hate when the day one change up
I walk in the store and they hate us
Eyebrows raise up when I go pay up
I got paper trails
I get my packs in heavy, but its not for sale
You can't comprehend, this pain I felt of living this life in hell
I'm out for something else, not fame or girls
I see man done more in jail
I'm on call to the next done victim