Exotic

Wake up
Half a g in a spliff

I look to my right
And that bitch with no makeup

I can't waste my time
Cuz my time is paper

No pido favores
I don't need no favours
So I leave with my Gs
And make that morning routine

With my jeans full of weed
Your not selling packs

You losing money in these streets
Todo mi cash green

Al final esta presión a mi me va a matar

I know you lack, I know you lacking
Mi equipo is always winning

G3 stacking
Nose porque no me quiere
Hago cash y no es de rapping
En esta mierda hasta que me de un ataque
Y ya se que en esta vida no todo es el dinero
Pero yo lo necesito porque me paga ese cuero

Ando making money, parezco un cajero
Si me llama tu shory, es pa' pedirme veneno

(Fuck that,)
And I've got the real gas

Fumando static drysift no un porro de hash
Marihuana exotica el nombre se me acaba de olvidar
(It's D.A.B.)
Esta mierda me va matar

You aint a trapper, you cap
You ain't never made bags

I just hit her back
(Clap, clap, clap)

That shit fat
Creo que su nombre es Monica

Me acabo de olvidar (Like,)
Tónica en el cup

No me para de llamar

(Like,)
Fuck a cop, fuck an opp

I would never show love
Cora frio, si me rio

It's cuz the pack just dropped
I need like 20 in my mouth

Si sonrío, I need rocks (VVS)
Heart's locked, so locked

Find the shit that you grow

Llevas plantando par de años
And that strain so dead

You've been growing for years
And that shit still wet

I'll find a good crop
Plan it, and we'll leave no rest

No rest, I've been grinding for years
They're still vexed

I'm smoking wax con un poco de dry tech
I think I'm in love, or is it the way she gives neck?

Tu en busca de mujeres, Im in look for checks

G3, D.A.B let me know where they rest

Im smoking gas siempre exotic
Doblo dinero pero no me doblo por el

Mi bro metió en la calle lo del Spoty
(Yeah, I did)

Y al final triplico lo que hizo ese mes

So I ring up G3
Make that morning routine

Dsquared on my jeans
You ain't making bags

Pierdes dinero in the streets
I make money of streams

Alfinal esta presión
A mi me va a matar

Tell 'em P how we roll
Let them know

Summer par de shows
There ain't your bros

They're too feminine I call them hoes

Yeah I call them hoes (Grr,)
G3BANDO we run the spot

It's D.A.B like my ting don't miss
I had her brother getting crops from me

(Fucked up shit,)
(Oh, shit,)

(G3,)
(We always stacking,)

(I know you're not fucking stacking,)
(Se te nota en tu bolsillo,)