[Verse 1]
Flip switch, hit licks, whip surgery
Swipe twice like the price don't occur me
Little kid, big clip, let it kick-kick-kick 'til it click
Oh sh**, call emergency
Fire walk with a limp
Antwerp 6 in the back of the whip
Handle my biz off a can of the Mickeys
Her hand in my dickies
My mind mind a milli, Brazilians with me
Interior dripping, no ceiling existing
I hear them sirens go silly
Still keep like my ground like I'm Willie
Gun it like 50, hundred and fifty
God damn, I'm speeding on the highway
New white thing in the driveway
And her eyes blue, Bombay
b**h, don't look at me sideways
Don't look at me sideways
I got some n***as know sign language
Boy, I got some n***as know sign language
5 figures might could send em where ya mom lay
Was all business 'til you b**h knew my name
Now she scream it while I got her leaning sideways
Now she scream it while I got her leaning sideways
On the back of a yacht in Pacific
Conversations with god
And he said I'm that n***a
On the back of a yacht in pacific
Conversations with god
And he said to go k** em
Just don't hit the women and children
But dammit I'm taking civilians
[Verse 2]
Woe unto my foes got they retinas froze
Toast to them hoes never got on clothes
I mean, when not they in my presence
See you not really in my pedigree
White gold Medellín, Platinum blonde fantasies
Overalls with them titties peeking
Fall/Winter Tennessee, hoe
Ultra violence like she Ben Ari, tho
And I'm schemin' like I'm in Casino
Clicquot spilling' til my bank is zero
Then I make it back like pronto
See they think I'm bakin' blanco
Got my francophone no convo
And my yellow b**h, giallo
Isabella Esparanza
Yeah my yellow b**h, giallo
Isabella Esparanza