[Intro]
Bitch! That's what them n***as do
I got, I got options
I got

[Verse: AkinG Kalld Pedro]
I got options to call it quits
Or maybe bag another bitch
Fuck around and have a kid
Or stumble on a viral hit
Day by day I'm hunching over
Because of my shoulder's chip
Spicy like some Cheetos
I'm hotter than burritos
On your vato's lunch truck
Caliente, slicing like I'm Ledos
5 Guys, Cinco, whatever I'm just eating
But never getting big
Metabolism shit on high
Passing blunts like I'm Kush & OJ Wiz
Here we go again (What?)
They saying I'm too complex and can't dress
I gotta make another dancing contest
And clown this fucking foolery
Listen Bro, you know you'll kinda sound nice
If you switched your fucking flow like
Oh! maybe I should go a little slow
Or maybe I should turn it up some
And double time like an amigo
Que pasa hermano
You ant me to talk about blow
Preto e branca, nunca ou nada
Cuz minhas palavras don't make any sense
I could give two shits about a damn trend
Won't take any fame over my gifted pen
Won't take any pay if I'm not paying Vince
We making an album that's ten out of ten
Making a ruckus and causing a traffic
And jamming and crashing
These cars for a Benz
I ain't hearing shit unless these labels
Are giving me more than a mil
No, a less amount to stop and cop it
Fuck around a thought and maybe drop it
That's what life's about without a topic
Life is really like a bitch
Life just hit me with a brick
You ain't fucking with my shit?
Don't ask me how I make these
Double entendres on a Mo Bamba beat
Without a motherfucking pot to piss
Tell me my shit doesn't stick
Like some nunchucks hitting hoes
Did I give you quite enough?
Do you think this shit is tough?
Am I giving way too much?
Tell me what you really want
Am I pleasing you, my love?
Really I'm just having fun
Harder than a pornstar
For that money shot to cum
Yo! baby where's the motherfucking blow
Lately, I've been really on the go