Letras
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my gawd is that Cloud
And I'm on CC
You gotta stick to the plan
And I'm on CC
Oh my, Gawd
I gotta move forward in life, so you know we gon' hop in that Explorer
I got Mejicano homies at the border
I got a bunch of vatos and they yellin'
Órale, mami dame tu panocha like ahora
And I'm, and I'm really in this bitch though
And they call me the kid like distro
And I heard that a hater brought a gun to the club
But I still don't Panic at the Disco
You might get sprayed like a dick though
Early morning boner, sit down how I piss though
Tell me why you think that you the shit though
You can't even be a skid mark at this shit show
And I'm, and I'm back for a lil' bit
Lil' Farolito, you know I'm a lil' lit
And she told me that you only give her drywall
So I had to go ahead and bust out my drill bit
I don't, really, know what, you been, told
Baby, they could, never, take my, soul
Bitch I'm, here to, take back, my control
Grinding, hard as, fuck since, two years, old
It's Fresh Guac over errything, you know this is our world
And Lawrence gotta chopper that can make a car twirl
And she told me that she want me down south
Taking off her pantalones cause she love it when my R's twirl
They love me in the streets like a art mural
The homie Arty is an artist call him Arturo
It ain't hard to please a woman
You know all they ever really wanted was communication and some hard churro
I don't go ghost, I'm just going dark
They said they want to smoke, but I got four cigars
I walk into the mall, tell them I went two of errything
Yeah, I call my credit card the Noah's Ark
They tell me why he look just like a gargoyle
He said he want that beef, but you know that I charbroil
And he said I can't rap, so he made me a beat
And I slid on that bitch like black tar foil
I don't, really, know what, you been, told