In and out banks I'm always flirtin' with the teller Know I'm climbing up the ranks Let it blossom, Isabela And I'm never shooting blanks Full clip, don't gotta tell her Then I'm givin' her my thanks Spin yo block like a propeller Know what I'm about Close up of this shell, yuh Take a different route Seven levels of my hell Homie nothings gonna sprout You don't know the game too well, aye You don't stand out Lookin' like Mirabel Causin' chaos like I'm Rico All my boost is never eco And I'll take you to the depot Then I'm takin off like Pico Just too much to handle Leavin' damage I'm a vandal Hittin' hard just like a sandal Never puttin' out the candle Now she givin' me that service Ain't no pressure under surface Comin' home a different colour Now your man is lookin' nervous Always playin' cards like uno I'm the greatest, baby, you know Now I'm locked out of heaven? Baby, we don't talk bout Bruno In and out banks I'm always flirtin' with the teller Know I'm climbing up the ranks Let it blossom, Isabela And I'm never shooting blanks Full clip, don't gotta tell her Then I'm givin' her my thanks Spin yo block like a propeller Know what I'm about Close up of this shell, yuh Take a different route Seven levels of my hell Homie nothings gonna sprout You don't know the game too well, aye You don't stand out, Lookin' like Mirabel I'ma spin you like a vinyl mamacita make you smile I'ma pull through wit a beamer if you rockin' wit' my style Catch body in the theater if they talkin' all that wild I'ma slap him wit' the heater if he wanna get aroused I don't want a misdemeanor but I'm ready for dat crowd Got your girly in my whip and she goin' round for round I'ma make dat booty jiggle se lo meto por dela'o I'ma make dat booty jiggle se lo meto por dela'o In love with pills and potions Please my body with your motion And I'm gonna call you Pepa You rain on me with emotion And you horny, no escape See you wrapped in those drapes Every curve is perfect Out here shiftin' shapes Got no reason to stall Behind my back he wanna brawl, uh Call me Dolores because I can hear it all So next time you wanna Pull up just forget it like amnesia Keep in mind I won an arm wrestle With that chick Luisa In and out banks I'm always flirtin' with the teller Know I'm climbing up the ranks Let it blossom, Isabela And I'm never shooting blanks Full clip, don't gotta tell her Then I'm givin' her my thanks Spin yo block like a propeller Know what I'm about Close up of this shell, yuh Take a different route Seven levels of my hell Homie nothings gonna sprout You don't know the game too well, aye You don't stand out Lookin' like Mirabel

The world is yours Trust me, you'll love it She wanna pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93 Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes Only Lexus if it's F with it Cooking like a chef with it Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit Threesome like a turbo, it's better with a twin I'ma line em up and roll em up over like a bowling pin Baby rides it like a dragon don't be callin' me toothless Blowing up, I'm fraggin', I'm ballin', I'm ruthless Whippin M5, now don't think to turn your back to me Sixteen and got more cheddar than a cheesecake factory You don't want the beef, you know you can't take the creatine Always been a chief, get more neck than a guillotine Riding in a beemer, M5 wit the stick shift Ruler clip talking so you better mind yo business Pussy talk better have yo money off yo wishlist Smoke a pack, leave yo body black, ain't no witness Swerving lanes in L.A. with yo mistress Body bags leave em stacked like a hit list 40 racks on the dash money spending All intact we ain't shootin' flames we be grippin' tacs Oh shit, yeah Man, that's crazy Pull up to the spot in a brand new Mercedes Your bitch on my dick, I think you should get yo lady I be gettin all these motherfuckin' bands on the daily, like Hop outside the whip, M5, not an M3 With a bad lil' thotty and she all up on me And I'm countin' up all hunnids in the back Smokin gas with a baddie and she Bouta give me neck, like I be fuckin' on your daughter when she be givin' neck I got 2 bad thots and I wanna make her dance M5 with my clip M5 when it spit What the fuck are you be doin' on my shit? With your clique Like damn Red dot on your head, I'm the man Fuck this bitch with my vans with my clan Red dot, I aim on your head Fuck your daughter yeah, she be throw it back Pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93 Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes Only Lexus if it's F with it Cooking like a chef with it Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit You're a legend, Rainspire

(Clxuda) (We love you eryxse) Yeah like for real you think this shit a game This shit is not a game Like for real like you a hoe You a bitch On god you a bitch You ain't gonna pull up None of that Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap Pull up with a Glock Gen Two Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk We gon' turn em' to a pack No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack I'm doing Uees with the mac Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash Hit a blunt I puff don't pass Lights camera action bitch Pull up with a nine finna' hit em' like a lick Brodie sliding no Dasani Make it rain up on the whip Sending multiple, multiple shots Get the bag and dip tell that boy step back Two Glocks send two shots, five o' on my ass Secure all the Opps, shit I make all these bands While I'm making all these hits No You ain't gon' do nothing Pussy acting like a bitch Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap Pull up with a Glock Gen Two Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk We gon' turn em' to a pack No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack I'm doing Uees with the mac Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash Hit a blunt I puff don't pass Ima roll a blunt I "puff don't pass" Fucking yo' bitch yeah, I'm tapping her ass Smoking on packs yeah, this straight gas Cooling with a Glock nine, It's gon' blast Said he got a Blick but, he don't want smoke Pull up with a semi that shit got a scope They screaming "toppy" I'm deep in her throat After I'm done I Skrt' off Ina "Ghost" Lil' bitch Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap Pull up with a Glock Gen Two Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk We gon' turn em' to a pack No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack I'm doing Uees with the mac Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash Hit a blunt I puff don't pass Smoking that ganja Louis and Prada Fillin my stomach gone leave em' wit' nada Forty clip stompers I'm fucking yo' daughter Bout to make hits of the infamous "zaza" Rolling some woods and I'm passing the toot Forty on me cause I stay wit' the toolie Bitch is so crazy I bounce her like "Ruby" Bounce in my face and she bouncing her boobies Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap Pull up with a Glock Gen Two Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk We gon' turn em' to a pack No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack I'm doing Uees with the mac Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash Hit a blunt I puff don't pass