Columbia

Yeah (yeah)
(You know Lil' Lody on the track)
I just left Columbia
I can make my own bricks
I'll never witness a drought again
Black Migo Gang

I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Columbia
Always making bricks, me and Hector
Teach them how to remix, gave me metric tons
Isabella, that's his little sister
She love me 'cause I know what them bricks do
I can serve you, I pull tricks too
But I can make cocaine
I promise you'll never see a drought again
I fly back to Columbia
I always make them million-dollar runs

I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Columbia
Now we get them in by the metric tons
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Columbia
Now we get them in by the metric tons

I can make cocaine
It don't take but eight minutes to make a whole thing
But I be selling metric tons
You can cop one for a million
Black Migos send them packs long distance
Put my stove in the bathroom not the kitchen
Walk in the door you see sixty pistols
By any means necessary, 'bout them bricks, fool
I was selling bricks since high school
Foreign whip rider when I slide through
But I don't sell dog food
Fill out your application, come to brick school

I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Columbia
Now we get them in by the metric tons
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Columbia
Now we get them in by the metric tons