(Intro)
I never liked that guy
All I got is my word and my bars

And I don't wreck em for nobody
Tax Season!
Torch!


(Verse)
I just left Colombia (Colombia)

I don't fell in love with a Haitian (she a Haitian)
She know I be coming up (mask on)
Cooking up, on that stuff I say shh, don't say shh

Waiting on, all night I'm staying up
Bagging gwap,
Me and Pablo homies, so all the D boys actin right

I'm the plug, courtin now, I ball out
Used to watch, now I got that Yao Ming
German lit, Houston Rock

First stop California, then Mexico
All the bad (*##$es stay on point, there he go
And them all say, made Moreno

Head bustin my ammo
Connecting you the kendle
Who $#&@ing with me? Ain't nobody

I'm Gotti, I'm kevlar,
My best stroke, my right hook just like Ali
Half the club on mollies, and the style I bought it

Whip work my hobby,
%#@! on ^!$$%s no potty
I can make crack raw, crack raw,

Bakin soda ice, hit that black pot, that black pot
Catch me on the back blocks (I'm on the back blocks)
Don't call my phone if your !@$)got $$# hot

I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get a man by a magic tone

I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get a man by a magic tone


(Hook x2)
I can make cocaine

I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia