trombones

Yeah, bitch, I did it, spin like a fidget
I was dreamin' 'bout Christmas
Now I'm checkin' off my wish list
Just bought the Christians, grind for the vision
Grind while I'm kidless, sippin' on whiskey
Can't feel my kidney, Ball like the Grizzlies
Catch me at Wrigley, living life risky
Hop in the whip and she drop that Lewinsky

You're talkin' shit but don't know what I'm spendin'
These type of linen, I'm droppin' a band on some mittens
I'm tryna set up my children
Make sure they're straight when they really start livin'
Smokin' on diesel, eatin' at Cecil's
It really is me and my people, but
People be see-through, bought 'em Birkin bags
Shout out my people at Temu

Seven hour difference, like lately I'm feelin' backwards
It's been like a year since rollin' and smokin' them backwoods
Now that I'm without ya, give me some time to think
Jeans short, bottoms are mixin' it with the mink
Whip fast like a cheetah, fuck it, we're fixin' Tink
Swappin' out the engine, she pass you before you blink

Where you think that you're goin'? You think you know me
It's probably hard to get a look while you're sittin' below me
Oh, you think you know tea? Well, come and show me
You're blinded by the ice of my body, bring the Zamboni
Oh, you think it's phony? My Cuban snowin'
Don't act like you keep it a hunnid, you're movin' odee

What are you on? Off Omeprazole, I'm probably takin' it wrong
Hand me the phone, take your password off, that not what we're doin'
Raw tobacco chewin', engine in the rear, spec is zoomin'
Haters into motivators, I get excited by the booin'

Hop in, Tink, rollin' up, I'm dodgin' potholes
Good American guap, that's that cheese down in Stockholm
Killed the beat, Zorro fuckin' spazzed on the trombones
Buildin' up bread, yeah, I plan on buyin' my mom homes



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Reynosa
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