birria & guac

(Essence is my blessing, c'mon)

(Blat, blat, blat, blat, blat, blat)

Me & my brother, we standin' on ten

Not stuntin' no slut, (not stuntin' no slut)

Where the narcotics? Not talkin' bout tens

Pass me a cup, (CantGo)

(I'm back in the bitch, go)

Five stars with that Sig

I get reviews from my opps

(Five stars with that Sig, c'mon)

I know my neck full of rocks

Touch on this shit, put that boy in a box

(I know my neck full of rocks)

Mob tied, you can't get in

We cannot give you a spot, (mob tied)

Frog eyes, I'm in the Bentley

Finna go get me some top

I can't trust my bitch, she too pretty

I'm like you with me or not? (I don't know)

Spinnin' they block 'til I start feelin' dizzy

Them niggas prayin' I stop, (them niggas prayin' I stop)

Get in that bag, standin' on business

Pockets is loaded with knots, (pockets is loaded with knots)

Me & my bitch, five percent tinted

I got her holdin' the chop

(My bitch got the choppa)

I was down bad, it was colder than Christmas

Now I'm gettin' overly hot, (it's startin' to get hot)

Right back in the lab, them boys tried to get me

But I could never be stopped, (back at it, back at it)

Had to downsize the trap, but I'm still havin' plenty

Tell 'em to come through & shop, (I'm havin' plenty)

I don't wanna have breakfast at IHOP & Denny's

Where the fuck is the birria & guac?

Mexican plug, but it's cool, yo hablar

Bonita mamacita dime hola, (mamacita)

I'm on Miami Beach, smokin' different kinds of za

Run up on me & this glizzy piña yo colada

Hunnids on me can't believe I'm richer than my father, (than my father)

I'ma get millions & I'ma give 'em to my mama, (to my mama)

I'ma just grill him he think he gangsta, DJ Drama

I'm with 3M & if he ain't with it, we gon' drop him

My niggas winnin', we livin' lavish eatin' lobster, huh, (my niggas winnin')