Lyrics: Bryan Magallon
Music: Bryan Magallon
Pull up on me, they gone pass you the light
Que estas fumando
Focus on me when I’m workin the mic
Voz de mando
Having bad dreams when you read what I write
Dang you just soft bruh
All bout the trees, the cream and the mic
Give you sumthin proper
Too cold how I flip that
Naw you couldn’t wear my shoes,
Nope you couldn’t fit that
Pull up with the big pack
Get back
This gravity pull ain’t no joke
bitch gettin took, she gone
All he wanted was the smoke
He lame he ah change for that pop
An opp is an opp
What the **** you mean
I’ll wake up racing the clock
Until I get I can’t stop
She hate it that I’m like that
Lock me in the booth
Ah pit when I fight back
When you tryin to light that
You’ve holdin on that J way to long
Give it right back //
rappin how I’m livin
Threw the eyes of G
Gotta watch what I’m sipping
You want herb and this to get inside of me
Palabra
Mi ojos son rojo como un chupacabra
No demes nada
Dame tu nalgas
Todo 100
Ella fuma la mota con pina colada
Mi ojos son rojo como un chupacabra
No demes nada
Dame tu nalgas
Todo 100
Ella fuma la mota con pina colada
Too cold how we flip tracks
Couldn’t ride my wave, better get back
Too
Too cold how we flip tracks
Couldn’t ride my wave, better get back
Too
Mi ojos son rojo como un chupacabra
No demes nada
Dame tu nalgas
Todo 100
Ella fuma la mota con pina colada