Kimmy Blanco

[Verse 1] It’s Kimmy Blanco, female Keyser Söze Take over the game, Hercules conquer That bitch know how I get down, they already prompt us So why you leave the screen beam aiming? Here’s your encore We strapped in the V12s, no seat belts So much money that the bills pay themselves So much honey, killer bees in the shelves Extra gunpowder, cocaine in these shelves Yea, y'all bitches kinda hot, meet hell Scarface in the Louv red heels I swear I got them bitches running like a treadmill Fictitious little bitches but I make you dead real And at the end you won’t even have a friend to get Made bitch, I got the keys from the syndicate So fuck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist [Hook] x2 I am Kimmy Blanco Blanco That motherfucking head hancho, hancho So you better have your poncho, poncho I’m bout to rain on you pronto, pronto [Verse 2] It’s Kimmy Blanco, get to know the name I go off on tracks like the rail train I don't do airports when I bought my planes You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains La jarena of the game like I'm from Me-herain I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya Let’s get it jumping, like a motherfucking tip off I come through and let a clip off They like oh, I think she pissed off Nah, it ain't nothing to a fucking boss One head now you getting dust off I be out in Morocco sipping Muscato While niggas popping yo top and popping the bottle Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmy Blanco motherfucker [Hook] x2