Hey Yago
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)

I'm with the chopstick, FuckThePopulation
Why you hating? Need to rock, bitch
Hold my Glocky and my Percy, no concerns for law, bitch
I'm off the Wok, I'm worth a lot, I got this off the raw shit
I'm nauseous, coughin', often backwoods taste like Neapolitan
Sloppy, please excuse me, Beer Can Dan the fuckin' prophet is
Back in action, bitch, was hanging, duckin' in my rocket ship
All these bitches love me, who knows what they fuckin' problem is
Shameless money, the parliament
We move like, "Where the bombs, lil bitch?"
We conquered it, tossed a bomb in it
Bad Shit still the set now, who the fuck want war with this?
In that 'Rari, smashin' it, pulled up to the bank
Act an ass in it, fucking 'round with these savages, Bad Shit

Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)

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Writer(s): Jerry Antoine