Marrero

Cruising down the street, real slow

What the fuck are they yelling? Marrero

Talk to me now

Yeah

Let's get it

This is for la rasa

Don't work well with others, best results is when left alone

Pressing down on blocks, combing through hoods hot as a pressing comb

I'm never home, too busy whamming, out here selling stones

In my neighborhood, you ain't a man until you bill a phone

I spill Patron for all the killers I know dead and gone

A nigga mention Juan, I feel like Von about L'A Capone

Streets like a game of 21, watch how you choose to spin

Don't get tipped out before sixteen, the only rule is win

Watch who you grin, playing with Blocks, you just might lose a limb

Neph' can't even spell or read but he know how to shoot a Jim

Bodies like a nickel a piece, I get you two for ten

Got more G's in my left pocket than on this Gucci brim

This drop top Rolls is so aggressive, my bitch so possessive

One nigga with two hoes in my coupe, that's still a solo effort

I know I'm Pepper habanero, shout to Munch and Clairo

Debbie and Megan just caught Kevin Band with Uncle Laro

Mi casa su casa, big cap, ain't no sombrero

When you tapped in with gualla, the pack come with the Alero

Take you off 'fore you run the light, something hot from the barrel

Break you off something proper like, like Caine cousin Harold

(Break yo self, nigga)

In love with my chopper, bullseye you like a bow and arrow

Ran off for the whole block of white, feel like my brother Jerry

Out of town, line on the pints, copping two hunnid barrels

My plug from La Rasa but my connect come from Marrero

My phone spiking, popping scripts, I do my own writing

Pippi Longstocking, I ain't with all of the long typing

I sold Vikers in Minno state with no license

Toll piking through the turn bridge, cakes with no icing

My hoe's dyking, popping pussy, got me nose diving

Custo steady ringing, said I'm leaving but I'm gold minin'

Clothes lining off the dresser, I'm a whole Simon

They do what I tell 'em if I tell the hitters go find him

Dropped down 450 on the whip, don't need no cosign

Know how I know that that's my brick? Because we both shining

Bust white gold prezzy behind tint, Joe Biden

Neph' ran off with some petty shit, thought I was gon' slam him

Real neighborhood trophy, I'm the ghetto Heisman

Collectors item in the field, I'm like a middle linemen

I been reclining in the big seat, silver lining

Half a ticket in hits, ain't even half of what I spent in diamonds

Mi casa su casa, big cap, ain't no sombrero

When you tapped in with gualla, the pack come with the Alero

Take you off 'fore you run the light, something hot from the barrel

Break you off something proper like, like Caine cousin Harold

In love with my chopper, bullseye you like a bow and arrow

Ran off for the whole block of white, feel like my brother Jerry

Out of town, line on the pints, copping two hunnid barrels

My plug from La Rasa but my connect come from Marrero