Uh, blow me like confettis On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin´ shit without thinkin´, hopin´ God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin´ winnin´ Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic Ain´t got time to give a fuck or worry ´bout my image I´ma cut it off if I ain´t gettin´ nothin´ from it
Ayy, got my mother´s face and my father´s confidence Walkin´ ´round the party, always lookin´ like the perfect blend Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil´ bad bitch just turned 29 I´m only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye Mmm, if you listenin´, congrats, you just discovered fire I looked at the clock, guess what, lil´ bitch? It´s time to die She behind on rent She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck You wear loafers to the club, don´t tell me you deserve respect You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate (She gon´)
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me Doin´ shit without thinkin´, hopin´ God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy)
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch Your dream don´t mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch (Bitch) I´m just talkin´ facts, I´m just tryna make shit that´ll flabbergast I´ve been rappin´, all you doing´s talkin´ fast Man, I´m sure you could prolly do more than that And I still got that rum up in my system 4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin´
He want problem, I´ma throw fist then Told that bitch send me the location Ass fat, she need attitude fixin´ I´m sick, I got terminal trillness My next album, call that shit Hit List I kill shit and you are my witness
Blow me like confettis On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me Doin´ shit without thinkin´, hopin´ God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin´ winnin´ Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic Ain´t got time to give a fuck or worry ´bout my image I´ma cut it off if I ain´t gettin´ nothin´ from it