[Intro]
(Blanco)

[Chorus]
Look, back to the cullin' and fadin'
Sometimes I feel like I made it
I thank the Lord I'm so gracious
For everything I got away with
I was just workin' the graves shift
Me trabajando was puro
In the trap with the gang eatin' noodles
She tapped my name on her culo, duro

[Verse]
Yeah
A hundred K all in the console
Slidin' the fence me a wancho
Yeah
Bro got a drum like a bongo
I'm in the jungle like Congo
Pourin' this rock up
You know that I'm ballin' siempre
I'm in the eight, my bro in the six
My bitch a siete, Glock on my body, Nueve
Javi and Cali werе essays
I cut that bitch off, said I broke her cortisonе
She keep on textin' me essays
Bitch, I'm the boss, I'm the jefe
You know I'm the jefe, I cut a brick with machete
Walk in the spot with my gang teed up
With all of mi gente
Bitch, I be throwin' billetes
We could go dollar for dollar for peso
I got a Glock but it shoot like a Draco
[Chorus]
Back to the cullin' and fadin'
Sometime I feel like I made it
I thank the Lord for gracious
For everything I got away with
I was just workin' the day shift
Me Trabajando was puro
In the trap with the gang eatin' noodles
She tap my name on her culo, duro

[Outro]
Duro, duro, duro