Guwapafino

She my ride or die cause we fam
I'm with gang never hanging with the fakes
Cut the grass low, now I see the snakes
Slither snake don't you come up on my way
Who want beef? Im finna eat the whole plate period
You some act ups, y'all ain't serious
I make it rip I make it fart, hilarious
I'm running running never stopping till I'm finished
This a track meet, call it long distance
I can't hang with y'all I'm too different
I cook you up, like some bacon
Add some eggs you be looking like some breakfast
A whole ass meal, and you basic
I'm to krispy, Got the sauce call it kreme
And I'm too sweet like some ice cream
I'm too sour like some patch kids
All about my bread like a fat kid
I profit then invest it
Y'all too broke you ain't get the message
You kinda crazy got me going loco
Vatos locos you puta pendeho
Drippin I'm puttin dressin on my tacos
Riding around in a rack city wago
Ooh that's fuego, hatimala like a peno
I keep it spicy I'll see your ass at nandos
Grab your sandles where going to mexico
We the bamfam so see you in the west coast
Cause it's never tellin next where we go
Thatsss facttsssss



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Writer(s): Leo Baliban
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