文本歌词

Colombian c*****e
Gallardos and gold chains
Hogging up the lanes
Smoke fogging up my frames
Have you ever met a menace
Low income housing tenant
My pen made me some pennies
But I'm still facing a sentence
Cold as four decembers
Bro you need a trimmers
So I'm smoking timbers
Now I'm coming back to finish
My bad
Back to winning
Going extra
Innings
Ho
I do the most
That's why they catch the most fillings
Work through the world
Crack on every map
Got a b***h on every play
Trick it like champ
She lick it like a stamp
Eat it like a rack of lamb
Then bring that stack back to daddy while I whip a yam
I got this
I got this
I got this
My n***a chill out
I got this
I got this
I got this
My n***a chill out
Chill out
Chill out
My n***a chill out
I got this
Chill out
Chill out
My n***a chill out
I got this
Chill out
Wait
Bogota b***h
I'm bogota rich