D Smoke, Snow Tha Product — Deebo
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(Sup, Smoke?)
Nothin’
(What you got on my drink?)
Nothin’
Queens shine and kings grind
The blinding light that we let off is so thorough (thorough)
Sleep time and harvest, starvin’ artists often turn to martyrs, no Euros (Euros)
But we endured with spirits purer than the diamond
Ran through fire infernos (infernos)
But run up on us, ain’t no easy come up
We’ll one up a bitch nigga (D Smoke)
Supa
Rocket on my waist, I’m poppin’
It could be apocalypse, but, fuck, I gave went off the roof, roof, roof, roof
Chocolate nigga with lots of potential
I’m on to you Inglewood niggas on the loose, loose, loose, loose
Pop is a figure I follow
I figured my father coulda been a doctor, but he choose, choose, choose, choose
To park at the crib with a heart for the kids
Tony Stark, light up a nigga, woo, woo (listen)
Viva mi barrio, salidas no hay
Palomita que dan encima (vete humo)
Mi liga es más exclusiva
Por eso las chicas quieren besarme, darme el culo
Lo tiran pa’ trás y lo cacho con manos abiertas
Somos expertos, somos burros
Ahí las leonas y tigre, los monos
No viven por mucho tiempo, te lo juro
Chúpamelo, mami, si tú sabes lo que tengo en mi pantalones
I been on this shit since I was rockin’ chonis in ghetto apartments
No regard, we don’t offer condolences
Sharpen a sword and get to barking like fuckin’ Napoleon
I’m OG homie en mi casa (casa)
Y, en mi ciudad, ando con la raza (raza)
I’m in the field like a running back
Hundred black gunnas huntin’ for my enemies
Suffering succotash
You suck ass niggas got me fucked up
Hoes got me fucked up, uh
Haters got me fucked up
Even the bros got me fucked up, uh
Niggas got me fucked up
Hoes got me fucked up, uh
Haters got me fucked up
Even the bros, wait, fuck it
Deebo
Mexican bitch with a chip on her shoulder the size of a boulder
That got you ’bout to blow yo’ top off (lil’ bitch)
Better known as Little Snow but I’m cold and so doper than dope
And goddamnit, I just know yo’ jaw will drop
When I walk by, you better hold your thoughts
Rocks ’bout to turn to water ’cause you know Snow’s hot
Yeah, I’ll take your bitch, pass her off, pack her out
You grind for the bitch, she in the back of the bus lockjawed
Look, I don’t know who the fuck raised you dudes
You dick riding, hoppin’ on and off waves too soon
Y’all be crying, nobody vibe with the way you move
You got a problem with a real one, bitch, say you do
You better say it with your chest like you a man or somethin’ (a man or somethin’)
Your mama went through labor pains just to raise a little bitch
You’s the type to really take a stand or something
Heard the shit you tryin’ to drop, that wasn’t it
Y me dijeron que le meta, que ya saben, soy la jefa
Que les traigo la manteca, tequila, grasa, papi
Mexicanos ‘tán de fiestas, ya llegamos a la meta
Ahora, si aquí se respeta, what you gotta for me?
Traigo pleito pa’ todo, yo vengo del lodo
Con paisas y cholos, y Latinx
Me criaron desde el rancho, por aquí traigo palo santo
Cada vez que yo les canto, you know what the fuck this is?
(Yup)
Niggas got me fucked up
Hoes got me fucked up, uh
Haters got me fucked up
Even the bros got me fucked up, uh
Niggas got me fucked up
Hoes got me fucked up, uh
Haters got me fucked up
Even the bros, wait, fuck it
Deebo
