GOTTA E

Boy you don't want any problems. Riding in foreigns, we bust up the scene. Please don't come out after hours. Back out the chopper, we gon' make a scene. Get to the back of the stick and move. Know we gon' bust some news. Slide on out, we don't pick and choose, huh. Last night, made the news. Pull up, hop out, opta get me matado. Riding 'round, bent blocks, night-nights like I'm Bacano. Pull up, I'm flexing them Balmain's. Jugging for P's, I hop in the V. Gang in the spot early morning, uh. Applying the pressure, they folding, Word to my Brodie, gon' bust him. Not for nothing, we might Shoot you for nothing, huh. Said you was down but you wasn't. Why you playing? We might shoot the function, huh. You know I ride for the guys. Alhamdulillah, I'm on a wave. We make a movie tonight. We making movies tonight, yeah. Brr. ¿Por qué esté tan frío? Lil' bitch, you can call on me tío. I'm along de la vía with paper, la mía. Cartier glasses, I don't wanna see ya. You can come to my house, galería, huh. Throwing my punches, Garcia, huh. Playing with me, bad idea. Ice on my body but I gotta stay hot, Hot. Cruising around my drop top, uh. Fuck is up comers, why not? Nah, I can't fuck with her, uh, uh. Nah, I can't fuck with an opp thot. Cooking up in the kitchen like D-Block. My ambition the same as a key Glock's. I don't fuck with the shit in the Z Blocks. I can't fuck with them bitches, I'm special. Put my fashion on another level. Got a Rollie, two-tone, presidential. You don't know me, so say I'm mentions. And she don't know nobody that's better. In her pussy, I'm making it wetter. With my squad, we down for whatever. Money raining, we changing the weather. Fuck all the talk, yeah. I'm on my grind, pay no mind when I Get to work, yeah. I'm putting not putting paint, I ain't selling my Soul, yeah. 'Cause we 'bout that action again. We finna pop out again. Chasing these motherfucking backwards again, right. Fuck all the talk, yeah. I'm on my grind, pay you mind when I Get to work, yeah. I'm putting time, not putting paint, I ain't selling My soul, yeah. 'Cause we 'bout that action again. We finna pop out again. Chasing these motherfucking backwards again, right, Right.