Yerba Mate

Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Mmmm
Mmhmm

One phone call ima answer
These niggas don't want smoke
This cancer baby
Watch a real nigga work his magic
Use to stack money til it molded
In the addict

Baby

I just got pulled over
In a brand new rover
Probably thought it was stolen

Baby wanna lick
Say she wanna fix me
Baby you can't fix what ain't broken

Yeah

Double G 4
Got me floating
If you listen close
You can hear the ocean
Dripping like a faucet
I been had motion
Seven three times
Thats krazy on my clothing

Still got four pounds I ain't open
Use stuff the turkey
Til that shit exploded
Can't trust a bitch
Cuz murder she wrote it
Really Can't trust a soul
Glock tucked and it's loaded

Yerba mate
No more codiene
Changed up my schedule
Got a brand new routine

First you get the money
2nd don't forget the first thing
Pedal to the metal
Supercharged got me floating

Said she wanted half
Made her take the whole thing
1st class flight
No more spirit with the howdy wing
Now I got on dior
And my shoes say Louie V
Mr put it on
Next time you ask who is me

One phone call ima answer
These niggas don't want smoke
This cancer

baby

Watch a real nigga work his magic
Use to stack money til it molded
In the addict

Baby

I just got pulled over
In a brand new rover
Probably thought it was stolen

Baby wanna lick
Say she wanna fix me
Baby you can't fix what ain't broken

One phone call ima answer
These niggas don't want smoke
This cancer baby
Watch a real nigga work his magic
Use to stack money til it molded
In the addict

Baby

I just got pulled over
Ina brand new rover
Probably thought it was stolen

Baby wanna lick
Say she wanna fix me
Baby you can't fix what ain't broken

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Lozano
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