[Chorus: Bleu Santana]
Uh, yeah, hop in the coupe, Civic EX
Ice white coat, big boots, big tex
Got no love for 'em
We don't need to be friends
Snakes in the grass where I'm resting my head
Hop in the coupe, Civic EX
Ice white coat, big boots, big tex
Got no love for 'em
We don't need to be friends
Snakes in the grass where I'm resting my head

[Verse 1: Kalid Abdul]
Bitch! What's so funny?
Jekyll Jekyll Hyde on these two-faced mothafuckas
Switchin' up on you like it's Toy Story 3
What ya got to offer?
We not like the others, never treat us like a brother
Small is my manada, and we hard like a tostada!
(Ayo, what the fuck?)
Better do shit right, makin' it right for all my people
Sit your ass down cuz you're here for the prequel

[Verse 2: Polito]
Said girl pack it up, yea, pack it up, take that box home just like bento
Plant a chef's kiss, don't worry, all my pockets lined with some pesto
Es mi reto, no pregunto, te paso si vas muy lento
Keeping dollars in my safe, I can't mix 'em up with my pesos
I got bills, and tales to tell all of my cousins
Feels a lil bit stale, your bread so old and musty
Kick the bucket for ya dusty ass, might Chucky up your youngest kind
Breaking bones with words, I leave a bitch looking like Frankenstein
[Chorus: Bleu Santana]
Yeah, hop in the coupe, Civic EX
Ice white coat, big boots, big tex
Got no love for 'em
We don't need to be friends
Snakes in the grass where I'm resting my head
Hop in the coupe, Civic EX
Ice white coat, big boots, big tex
Got no love for 'em
We don't need to be friends
Snakes in the grass where I'm resting my head

[Outro: A-Wall]
Get the fuck up out my face
I'm a fuckin' basket case
Casket, put you in your place
If you want war, bitch, here's a taste