I just needa unpack the cargo
Homie busting at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
If we knocking back his lid
I get to spilling his marbles
I was in my car seat
Daddy smoking his Marlboro
Out in Mexico
But I'm still smoking on Colorado
Rolling Texaco
With Gucci all over my Zapatos
You pockets on delegato
I'm in it for El Dorado
Had to put them drugs down
Ran away from the bottle
F*ck yo bitch, til she waddle
Yo whole life a debacle
But if you run up in the spot, you isn't seein' tomorrow
Got pills for the 50
I got lean in my bottle
Boy made two plays, actin' like El Chapo
I'm only rollin' gelato
Hit ya homie up like Ricky
We get to clappin' like Bravo
Needa crib in Los Cabos
Kitchen made out of marble
Homie bustin' at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
Keep it on full throttle
I think I need two models, yeah
I can't quit til my friends in the Bentley
Coupe
Been the illest since Kodak matched his fits wit his chicken soup, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
Always movin' like a pro
Sellin' work in a business suit, yeah
I can't quit till my friends
Gettin' riches too
Tryna keep it on the low
All these felonies in my room, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
He ain't down to catch a body
Ain't linkin' up wit the crew
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream that my opps
Tryna finish me
I don't know what got over me
I had a dream my own homie
Tried smoking me
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream them people
Tryna get rid of me
I don't know what got over me
Makin' money on the block
Like I'm supposed to be
Backwood rolled up, all my cookies reek
I couldn't breath, all them Swishers
Puttin' me to sleep
And when she suckin' on my dick
I make her look at me
I been the illest
I been the realest since I couldn't read
I been the illest
Been the realist since Chuck E. Cheese
I make yo homie shit his britches and his dungarees
I tried to get my muscles up
Pushin' all them P's
Acting like they doin something
Tell that motherf*cker please
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
And if they wanna say sum
This Berreta speak
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
I make them bitches sing along
Sing the melody
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I just needa unpack the cargo
Homie busting at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
If we knocking back his lid
I get to spilling his marbles
I was in my car seat
Daddy smoking his Marlboro
Out in Mexico
But I'm still smoking on Colorado
Rolling Texaco
With Gucci all over my Zapatos
You pockets on delegato
I'm in it for El Dorado
Had to put them drugs down
Ran away from the bottle
F*ck yo bitch, til she waddle
Yo whole life a debacle
But if you run up in the spot, you isn't seein' tomorrow
Got pills for the 50
I got lean in my bottle
Boy made two plays, actin' like El Chapo
I'm only rollin' gelato
Hit ya homie up like Ricky
We get to clappin' like Bravo
Needa crib in Los Cabos
Kitchen made out of marble
Homie bustin' at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
Keep it on full throttle
I think I need two models, yeah
I can't quit til my friends in the Bentley
Coupe
Been the illest since Kodak matched his fits wit his chicken soup, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
Always movin' like a pro
Sellin' work in a business suit, yeah
I can't quit till my friends
Gettin' riches too
Tryna keep it on the low
All these felonies in my room, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
He ain't down to catch a body
Ain't linkin' up wit the crew
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream that my opps
Tryna finish me
I don't know what got over me
I had a dream my own homie
Tried smoking me
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream them people
Tryna get rid of me
I don't know what got over me
Makin' money on the block
Like I'm supposed to be
Backwood rolled up, all my cookies reek
I couldn't breath, all them Swishers
Puttin' me to sleep
And when she suckin' on my dick
I make her look at me
I been the illest
I been the realest since I couldn't read
I been the illest
Been the realist since Chuck E. Cheese
I make yo homie shit his britches and his dungarees
I tried to get my muscles up
Pushin' all them P's
Acting like they doin something
Tell that motherf*cker please
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
And if they wanna say sum
This Berreta speak
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
I make them bitches sing along
Sing the melody
Homie busting at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
If we knocking back his lid
I get to spilling his marbles
I was in my car seat
Daddy smoking his Marlboro
Out in Mexico
But I'm still smoking on Colorado
Rolling Texaco
With Gucci all over my Zapatos
You pockets on delegato
I'm in it for El Dorado
Had to put them drugs down
Ran away from the bottle
F*ck yo bitch, til she waddle
Yo whole life a debacle
But if you run up in the spot, you isn't seein' tomorrow
Got pills for the 50
I got lean in my bottle
Boy made two plays, actin' like El Chapo
I'm only rollin' gelato
Hit ya homie up like Ricky
We get to clappin' like Bravo
Needa crib in Los Cabos
Kitchen made out of marble
Homie bustin' at his whip
Let's see how fast that lil car go
Keep it on full throttle
I think I need two models, yeah
I can't quit til my friends in the Bentley
Coupe
Been the illest since Kodak matched his fits wit his chicken soup, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
Always movin' like a pro
Sellin' work in a business suit, yeah
I can't quit till my friends
Gettin' riches too
Tryna keep it on the low
All these felonies in my room, yeah
You know my bitches
Was bringin' them bitches through
He ain't down to catch a body
Ain't linkin' up wit the crew
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream that my opps
Tryna finish me
I don't know what got over me
I had a dream my own homie
Tried smoking me
I don't know what got into me
Had a dream them people
Tryna get rid of me
I don't know what got over me
Makin' money on the block
Like I'm supposed to be
Backwood rolled up, all my cookies reek
I couldn't breath, all them Swishers
Puttin' me to sleep
And when she suckin' on my dick
I make her look at me
I been the illest
I been the realest since I couldn't read
I been the illest
Been the realist since Chuck E. Cheese
I make yo homie shit his britches and his dungarees
I tried to get my muscles up
Pushin' all them P's
Acting like they doin something
Tell that motherf*cker please
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
And if they wanna say sum
This Berreta speak
I had to take a couple lines of that boys pint
I coulda took the whole thing
I only took a piece
The recipe, good pussy, some good weed
I make them bitches sing along
Sing the melody
Writer: Apex Wes
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