[Verse 1: Cruel Santino]
Jaletta, shawty use her feet and stamp (Stamp, stamp)
Collector, she don't want tease her pam, pam (Pam, pam)
I rate her, any man ah chiga we ah slam (Slam, slam)
The slater, come give me that kush Ganjaman (Man, man)
Like disciple, shawty use her feet and stamp (Stamp, stamp)
In the cycle, n***as think they bigger than Pac (Pac, Pac)
Ain't no lie yeah, play the game you beat it and stop (Stop, stop)
World eye, that's the monster gun shot
Me suffer, the wicked wanna see the man down
Me nah fall (Fall fall), on your mark
Come face the bеast firm and proper (Proper)
Now we wеave all the bullet that they shoot from afar (Far, far)
Santino be the chosen one, nah free the other man

[Bridge: Cruel Santino]
Kinda cold in the block but we hot boy
Took a deal six figures boy I'm out boy (Yeah, yeah)
Santino with the dance I got the pop boy
Now we makin' all the moves I need to stop boy
She said, “Santi how could you learn?”
I kissed her, finessed her took off with the bands
The Carter, the shorter, big money
Santi lowkey how could you learn

[Verse 2: Koffee]
Ayy, Santi say you a deadman
Yeah, oh, say deadman
Ayy, Santi this ain't watchu said man
We're past sticky situation
See how far we go with the ray gun (Yeah)
Pull up on you, congratulations
Deadman yeah (Yeah), dead (Yeah)
Aye Santi this ain't watchu said (Yeah)
Reflectin', (Yeah), we light it yeah
Ma flexin', ya like it yeah
Refreshin', (Yeah, yeah, yeah) we vibin'
We're takin psylocibin yeah
Stilettos (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ma nikes
Ma brotha give me the guidance yeah
Ma ray gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), beside me
Jamaican, livin', survivin', yeah
Me no really care what dem talk about me (Yeah)
Made it anyway, what a shot at dem ya
You know anywhere man I chata bem bay? (Yeah)
Meet them lil' dogs, but we never go a-stray
Yeah, yeah in da real life
We la but I know you feel like
Real life lookin' back on me like
Deadman bone yeah
[Verse 3: Cruel Santino]
Okay, waste your money
She don't even want one (Got me in the red)
Come and see something
She gon need a lil pump (Gonna need a lil')
Homie kill, kill, he ain't with that god son
Come and get some, girl I know you want some (I got it)
I know they talkin' about me, I'm the shit don't send it
They don't know shit, I'm lowkey, just like the reverend (Reverend)
It ain't do or die, and I even gotta touch it (Gotta touch it)
You know I'm pretty wild, so my bitches gotta fuck shit (Gotta fuck)