Chef da Favela

You bought too much, bro
Stop it, bro
Stop it, man
We still selling dope and gettin' chatter

I said come through my favela
I just put the scope on the Beretta
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I'm like, come through, it's whatever

I could get you bundles of that pressure
I said, I might get this on the roof with the leather
I might have the come through in December
My blunt Fuller runs, that came from Denver

I've been fucking stunts, I don't remember
And my chick is Shooter Lisa Leslie
Brought the hammer in the suit, I think I'm Wesley
Arm and hammer with the rock like Elvis Presley

When they hand the kid a rock, I need a SB
I'm like, come through my favela
We still selling dope and gettin' chatter
I'm like, she said she favela

I might have the Gucci, then Chanel-a
I'm like, this shit last forever
Till the day I die, we stick together
I'm like, come through my favela

We still selling dope and gettin' chatter
I said, Bali Di Favela
I've been gettin' dough and gettin' sadder
Said, I promise lil' shorty Isabella

I said, I was on the boat with chicks together
I just had Nicole just kissin' Heather
And we ain't even supposed to have this ghetto
She was gettin' close, I couldn't let her

I've been on the coast, different weather
Eatin' avocado toast on the bechetta
Cause I was really posted in the ghetto
I remember usin' postage, writin' letters

Say, as soon as I get home, I get my bretta
I'm like, come through my favela
We still selling dope and gettin' chatter
I'm like, she said she favela

I might have the Gucci, then Chanel-a
I'm like, this shit last forever
Till the day I die, we stick together
I'm like, come through my favela

We still selling dope and gettin' chatter