Letras
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, ahn
Bunch of stuff I can't tell
Can't snitch on myself
But the stuff I used to sell
It's so raw, awesome smell
Can't end up in a cell
Do this shit, do it well
Move the racks to the Caymans
Got more rifles than the Talibans
Sometimes they want it rocky
Me I just want the broccoli
I just spread the disease
I got margins to increase
They just want some relief
I got no time to grief
It's a war in the slums
Put my stories on these drums
That life ain't no fun
Mix the cola with the rum
You're just another bum
Mad cause you want sum
You make mom ashamed
All this shit you can't obtain
You feel something in your veins
Fentanyl in your brains
You feel drained to the bone
Pawn shop with your phone
Me? I'm feeling in the zone
Fourth quarter with the chrome
Shoot the sky, kill the moon
I'm leaving this town soon
Kawasaki, make it zoom
Half a million in my living room
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, then count it up
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, ahn
We sell out the yayo, then count it up