Brr
Fly like a motherf#ckin’ bird
Came from the motherf#ckin’ dirt
In Mexico, steppin, I’m wearin’ designer
Personalmenté I like things that are finer
How come they always unblock me?
Latina b#tch call me Papi, she callin me Daddy
I just be chasin’ that chicken
We got the bricks in the kitchen, ain’t cookin’ no patties
Cookin’ no patties, we whippin that dope
Gettin’ that cheese, quesadilla on the stove
In the trap with the fugitives, how life goes, its how I chose
Bands and thе bricks, hand and hand with the sticks
Eight in the clip if yo’ #ss wanna trip
Snakes in thе grass, I’m outside in this b#tch
Its a hundred degrees and I’m still in my Timbs
It’s a hundred degrees cuz I hopped on the mic
I be riskin’ my life
Making plays on my own in the H late at night
But my pole got a light
I up my toolie and that b#tch go Brr
f#ck on that b#tch in a Porsche, it go skrr
I cannot f#ck with that b#tch if that hoe do not twerk
I roll the dice, I got snake eyes I be cursed
Ok, uhh
I be in Texas
I got my toolie, I’m keepin’ my weapon
Ain’t go to college so please do not test me
Boy, you is a goofy, you cannot finesse me
I’m smokin’ gas like this sh#t my religion
Get it how you live, well bruh, this how I’m livin
I’m goin crazy, I ain’t got no limit
You play your music it’s crickets
We got the bundles, the boatloads
She ride the dick like a pogo
Uh, uh
I’m shootin’ long Tony Romo
This b#tch obsessed with the Coco
Uh, uh
Everyone know I’ma geeker
Balenciaga my sneaker
I f#ck and I leave her
I up my pipe like a crackhead
When I pull up break her back in
Dope from the backend
Fly like a motherf#ckin’ brr
Came from the motherf#ckin’ dirt
In Mexico, steppin, I’m wearin’ designer
Personalmenté I like things that are finer
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