[Intro]
Woah
Feel my organs working
Woah

[Verse]
Smokin' camo got my eggs scrambled
Mile and leagues away from where they doin' brothers like fallando
Dutchmaster guts on the piano
Coverin' Tony Orlando, holdin' a brolic banjo
Come back, I might gamble in mándaselo, my flow is aqua level (Ay)
But me, I'm hardly a pompous fellow, you plot with devils, get your top disheveled
I get a manicure, never panic, just lemon drop the bezel (Bing)
The latino match the tuxedo fit, the chicks said I shouldn't be so slick (Oh well)
But she down to take a whiff, and so I took a Pellegrino piss
That's equipped, I'm half handsome, half ugly, ten percent pudgy
Somethin' strapped to my tummy, your favourite rapper mostly dusty, I turn his brains to chutney
I love me, I find your dialect comical, I'm cloud burstin'
You just a loud person but not in person, man, you fuckin' vermin
Before allowed, I would crack the Philly and drop the Sherman, determined
Now they turn my shit up louder and tell me I sound learnin', I converted
Got the mustard, word to Herman, I'm burnin', just check my stature (Just check it)
Be captured if you ever forget the [?] the alpaca
Get low in Alabama, Harley-Davidson bandana, mixed race
I told a opp, "Quite frankly I ain't your pal, dickface"
I tip good at the bar and it let a few of them hens know
I do the Charleston Chew in the end zone, still put a few in the friend zone (Still)
Might pencil 'em in with incidentals for chins
Her ex reckless, wanna stencil the whip
I dip, slip, passin' credulous hell-bent men, novela shit (Okay)
Taladro on deck, malandro in the flesh who still might bump a line
It's more as set (Uh), been pickin' brains and heads
I drop the nickel right, now my life official-like
Me and every nickel just had a tickle fight, that shit was light (Hahaha)
'Cause what's Bumble Bee tuna when I can ship beluga?
Your bitch got her food but probably spendin' child-support payments on the [?] sucia
My shorty look like [?], I politick with hoovers
Who also burn the bottom of a spoon up
Forty-something-year-old palookas (Woah)
Out here sellin' Heisenbergers that fuck up a nurture with fervour
Mami told me to get right and hit the church up, but I still curved her (Damn)
I sold her mata marijuana, plata me hace falta
I sip the horchata, eatin' papaya in la hamaca, fumando espinaca
Squish you like la cucaracha, papa, all your rap is traga
Stay in your sala, you fuckin' with me ojalá, my toes touchin' iguana
This lax was cut from [?], but I'm a just a classy fuck with ashy lungs
Leave you on the same curb you let 'em gas you up
Woah