(Hook)
My bitch from Colombia


(Verse)
Brand new whip I start it up
Don’t got no green card on her
Police never pardon him
Brand new Glocks got 40 dem
Got the heart of 40 men
Fuck dat bitch that foreign head
Have to call a corner
Kill this beat I torture it
All these rappers lord to them
Plug he never shorting him
He don’t wanna go to that
Shooters at his door an step
Shit gone get so gory den
Double cups im porin it
Sip that lean im flooring it
LA to the florida
Pull up im hopping out shooting his head and I go on the run
Pulling the tommy capping his shit them i'm hiding the gun
Stacks in the bag on a jet an you know that shit Louis Vuitton
Talking to god when i'm sleeping at night bitch I feel like his son
(Hook)