Pollos Hermanos (feat. Serious Jack)

Fucking up some commas while I'm blowing up a check
Couple shorties with me, traveled by the private jet
Means I flew them out from florida, got bored and ordered a
Brand new fucken baddie, she claims she was from Quebec

Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos
Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas
We too classy, fucking with some damas
We 'bout that action, we not with drama

Mann, when I step in this bitch
All these hoes wan' touch me yeah they licking they lips
When I'm in my zone I be living so happily
Can't step outside without losing grip of reality
Of reality, shits so insane it's a tragedy
Know I got problems, God please do not be mad at me
Hear what they sayin but they scared of adding me
Thought that I told you I'm hot like some kerosine, bitch

Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos
Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas
(I can bring you in warm)

Cartel money on my brain and on my chain
Got stacks of paper flowing I'm just hoping to maintain
Got a bank out there in Spain and another one in Maine
An exclusive strain of Mary Jane, call it "Purple Rain"
It got that purple veins it's a hard one to maintain
But cocaines not my lane so I'm sorry must abstain
I'm praying out in Ukraine so my sins will wein
I'm a born sinner that's a shout out to Jermaine

I'm a gangsta, tight coochie tasta'
I'll replace ya' you talking to the mason, the maker
Whip up this heat like a chef, I'm a baker
The paper actually stacking up
Man I'm raging and bashing the competition, incompetent
I'm sitting here plotting, better start placing your bets
I'm meeting new accomplices, I'm making new accomplishments
I'm out across the border
Talking to shordies, I'm working on my accent

Pollos Hermanos
Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas
We too classy, fucking with some damas
We 'bout that action, we not with drama

Surrounded by paper, I feel like it's drowning me
Sea full of sins, that gave a crown to three
Me, Ju, and Jer, rock the boat
Pound of lean, take that shit with me
Never go down you see
Guaranteed we take your life on this track
And I never look back, yeah I smoke that loud pack
Who is Serious Black, more like Serious Jack
I got shit to unpack, yeah you better step back
'Cuz I got that bitch
Smack, hit you back to your shack

That's the story of my life
Another night of hooking up but not looking to wife
Asking what's the point and hoping I could make it right
Can't blame how I cut the bread when I'm the butter knife
To me it's just a summer night
I've been spitting game since I put my name in the upper right
Matter of fact, I write this rap inside the book of Malachai
And spit it like the crack that make an addict start an alley fight
(Fight)