Sour diesel, over reaload
With the gang in the 2.0
Catch me ballin' but a couple rollin'
Waitin for the G for half a kilo
I'm the villain, who the hero
Going hard on every fuckin single
Pop smoke through the car window
Now we got you right stuck in the middle
Self made man, born as a sinner
Gotta make amends, so I call the preacher
Main man with the full wallet
He spent a grand for a fuckin dinner
Half devil, half blue demon
Got hit for the wrong reason
Ask for mercy, yeah, not permission
So I aim for body, then shoot for treason
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Got a sequel...
Add another cero
Lo dejan a tiro, me creen el padrino
But im not De Niro
Watch me going for another joint
Didn't see the point so I bought a mirror
Saw the copper, pero yo no he sido
Yo, my head be spinning like your fucking pillow
Just a riddle...
Nah, you too little
Green poison, green petals
Green bills bitch, sweet skittles
Self made man but a sinner
If wealth's a woman then I gotta reach her
Now I see them lacking, boy I see no winner
Now they see me rolling, so they call me teacher
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Dropped down from the whip to the store
Not Christian Dior, fuck that, we classic
Man down on your hotel door
That's room number four, saw your ass passin'
They say when it rains it pours
Wassup, hold on, now they runnin'
Three men trynna' take what's yours
One got too close...
Shit bro, that's sticky
Let me check on my blizzy
That men there wanna act too silly
Man's got bars, your bars too skinny
Baddest on deck, your shit too mini
Twenties on tens, on Fives, all dizzy
One for the gang and two for Lizzy
All for the squad and none for Drizzy
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Let it tickle tickle
Hommie you so brittle, eres un blandito
Me quedé a mitad, I got stuck in the middle
Tengo un flow que flipas y soy un blanquito
But it dont affect it, llámalo committal
Llámalo trabajo, llaman por el chito
Llaman por el plajo, yeah my dude's a fickle
Ya mandé a buscarte, estate calladito
Boy if I was looking for someone special
Then I would not be on Tinder
As if I was looking for money
Why would I choose to be a damn singer
The fuck you talking about danger
You seem to be a pretender
You seem to want to be the one who wins the tender
Then move a damn finger
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Dropped something now she's suckin'
Wanna be my G? boy you cappin'
Wanna live in the streets? no compassion
Step on my bros, chain reaction
Big ass room in a big mansion
Two young kids, and we handsome
No Gucci but we on fashion
I got cash only, gotta pay ransom
Your man's got plans and plans for days
Better come for me with a final case, hard to stop
When you're moving like me, can you follow my pace?
Looking at me funny, gonna break your face
When you step on the party, homie
Got hundreds on me, but none for the rest
Thousands on them, but I'm not impressed
Bitch, but I'm not impressed
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I've been told after calm comes storm
(Bitch, but I'm not impressed)
Man's got beef, man's got performance
Plus common sense
Before man's busy
Man's got a chance of...
Shh, it's normal
Man's seen himself in a tomb
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Baby shake up your bum bum
Need a minute to ponder
She alright but I conned her
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Mind if I see whats under
Never tell what I want to
Sneaking in like a hunter