He Going Off Again

Man I been in the mother****** spot
Mother***** jays n****
You know me yea I'm big gotti montana
Given shoutout to the arm and the hammer
You want some white
Or some s*** that is tanner?
Pouring that drank
Like I'm Fredo Santana
Jammin LB
Like I'm from Alabama
Exotic b**** with some Burberry sandals
This some Dior b****
I'm not wearing panda
B*** can't respect the pimpin
She got handled
B**** can't respect the pimpin
Cut her off
Plug pulled up on me
In some Hugo boss
Next time I see em
Imma take em off
Next time I see em
Imma take his pack
Used to be broke
Got some tacos from Jack
Now I be flexing
With a whole bunch of racks
I eat the perc
Like that s*** was a snack
Straight drop straight drop
They coming back
Junkies they love me
Like I was they son
Raised in them apartments
B**** I'm from the slums
Imma trap all night
Til I see the sun
Better not be trapping
Without your gun
I need a plug that's gon
Pull up with tons
I need a plug with a million P's
I get it in Get it gone with ease
Grew up with the roaches
And rats In the east
Sometimes I feel roaches crawl in my face
Now that I'm up
They got nothing to say
She wanna kick it
I told her I'm straight
Got a date with the trap
B**** and I'm kind of late
And I gotta go buy me
A new microwave
Burnt the last one up
F*****n wit riri
Gotta thank riri
She brought these VV's
I'm da lil ese that trap in designer
She ate the d***
She was off that Buchana's
I f****d in the room
And I f*****d in the sala
Shake that alo mama
Work for them dollars
I hit the b**** once
And I don't ever call her
Can't hit a regular h**
Need a model
I don't want no weed
I don't want no bottle
I hang with the trappers
I hang with the robbers
I just noticed that
They hated all my life
I grew up on peas and rice
Lost all my commissary shootin dice
Plug cross the boarder he on 35
He make it to Dallas
I'm crossing him out
Ando en Mexico con los carteles
Mi collecting no tiene papeles
En el punto muchas libras de verde
Hace calor pero siempre cae nieve
En la copa yo soy el jefe
Me quieren robar, Amarramos tu gente
We was broke than a b****
My mom would sell popusas
Used to whip up the
Chicharron and yuca
I used to whip up crack
In my momma estofa
Hombre hijueputa, somos salvatruchas
Córrele vos, ahí vienen las patrullas
Trap wake up when they can't go to school
Louis Vuitton on me
Looking real cool
The h** gave me 30 we acting a fool
The racks that I'm showing
This b**** brand new
This ain't 20 bih these all blues
Nothing but hunnits
Nothing but hunnits
Nothing but hunnits
Nothing but blues