Castelo Dos Mouros

(альбом: Affable With Pointed Teeth - 2021)

Brang trees everywhere like I'm still in Cali
Reading new blueprints while I'm eating a salad
Chiefing on three spliffs, composing a ballad
They get it the gimmicks these niggas is average
We don't argue no more, we pulling sticks out
Cracker bleeding out on the floor, he got a big mouth
See a nigga cooking up raw in the spliff house
Tryna make a big ass bag, and take that shit south
New level, I don't care what the pack costs
Blue devils in the air I'm getting stacks off
Crackers like to preach but they facts wrong
You was tryna be a leech, now your stash gone
Niggas ain't solid, I be riding dolie
Only call when I got it, so fuck you and your homies
Had to leave my old shorty 'cause she was controlling
Twist a spliff at the bar, smoke it in the open
No features with these niggas 'cause they shit boring
Nigga tryna blast jazz in a whip foreign
Reduction for the duck, used a blood orange
Natural wine with my queen, in club pouring
New car smell, kush up like bar bell
It ain't hard to tell his face twisted like Gargamel
Crackers lying, I'on listen to no hog tails
Money on mind I been lifted in the fog trails

Tried to give niggas a little game, it ain't pan out
Never see me in a chain, took the back routes
Tried to give niggas a little game, it ain't pan out
Never see a nigga in a chain, took the back routes, my nigga

A little game, it ain't pan out
See a nigga in a chain, took the back route
Took the back route
Took the back route