Mexico

[Shotgun Willy:]
Touch down in Mexico
Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?"
I blow more gas than a Texaco

[Yung Craka:]
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling great
Stacking all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady looking fresh while I be heading to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

[Shotgun Willy:]
And when I walk in, people know what's up
They get to talking, all up on my nuts
Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you acting sus?"
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

Touch down in Mexico
Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?"
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up

And bury me with bitches by my side
'Cause I swear that when I die, I'm taking everything that's mine
All the girls and the guys
With their eyes on the prize who could never get a dime

[Yung Craka:]
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling great
Stacking all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady looking fresh while I be heading to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

[Shotgun Willy:]
And when I walk in, people know what's up
They get to talking, all up on my nuts
Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you acting sus?"
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

Trend setter, big bag-getter
Drip down, gonna need an umbrella
Get set up, shawty be the meta
Huh, little boy should've known better
Backhand that bitch with my ice on
I took pics of it on my Nikon
Talked my shit like this with the mic on
Now they treat me like I'm an icon
Maybe 'cause I am?
Maybe people need me, that's a shout to Uncle Sam
Who I swear they copy and talk about on the 'Gram
Steady with the jocking and stalking then you a fan? Nah-nah-nah

Touch down in Mexico
Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?"
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up