Chico

[Hook x2] If mi carnales have a calling card My Zoro voodoo, we can go to war My Jamaican bring the reefer in Grabbing five, I can throw you ten [Verse 1] KD said that he don’t want to sell to nobody Probably cause he don’t want to tell on nobody You and them niggas ain’t scaring nobody Just left Mississippi, they bout the grab it, you know how I’m acting Say there go shawty, we jump in the Maxima and she do the driving I like to ride passenger Highway therapeutic I type in my phone while I listen to music Now we in Houston Fucking with broads and miniature Thompsons Did somebody shoot me? Breadwinner came, pull up in Bell Austin Promoters want posters that all of you know what I told em You know it’s gone cost you, straight up [Hook][x2] [Verse 2] It’s gone jive when they come recompress Break down, rebuild, repack, resend I’m just saying, what you mean what it is? Cameras on all TVs in the crib Yeen really this, I ain’t that, what the fuck? Serve your chain up, get the thing in the club [?] off, call off, phone keep blowing up Street nigga Bread Winner sign, we throwing up Pounds in the kitchen on the floor in the bag Butcher knife, cutting through the blocks on the slab Newspaper on, get to shake [?] Country boy need 50 so I got to get him fast Four hundred 48 grams on the scale Money counter going dumb, I ain’t tripping on the smell Say they really need it I can put it in the air Front door step if I put it in the mail [Hook][x2]