¿Que tal mi amigos? ¿Listos? ¿Si o no?
(Are you gonna rap again?)
Mas o menos
[Verse One]
Lime green Nike's, man I gotta good deal. Baggy windbreaker from the rack of a Goodwill
Don't got no Gold in my teeth
Slay all these rappers claim they in the streets
I am they daddy when I'm on a beat
What do daddy's do? They tuck them in sleep
bu*ton down shirt, snow white with the cuff links. Stacy Adams shoes. I know my feet love me
Bright ankle socks
Speakers like elders just want them to knock
Doing it my way; shout out Fetty Wap
I ain't bout that hustling, avoid petty guop
Gold love letters on a navy blue snap back, I might mess around and bring the fanny pack back
Aye. Dis how we roll
CTRG is straight out of control
When it comes to it I straight broke the mold
If you did not know well boy know you know
[Verse Two]
Mavericks jersey, Old Spice in my arm pit. Camo cargos with the bright orange kicks
I'm like Big Sean but fatter
I'm just like Tyga, only my girl badder
Badder ain't a word so she gotta be worse
I show them the picture then call them the hearse
Muscle shirt but I don't got no muscles. Change into my Puma golf shirt. Man, the struggle
By Felecia my ex
Hit me up, I bye Felicia'd that text
Superman no here. Consuela, go check
Heifer, there's more fish please go cast your net
Hair to the side, half a can of hairspray. Jordan zopatos y un camiseta verde
¿Se puede tolerar un gringo que puede rimar bestial
Voy a terminar este verso en un idioma diferente. Man, clear the room. (Si, si, Si)