Kimmy Blanco

It’s Kimmy Blanco, female, cuz it’s Sosa

Take over the game, Hercules conquer

That bitch know how to get down, they already prompt us

So why you leave the screen beam aiming? Here’s your anchor

We strapped in the V12’s, no seatbelts

So much money that the bills pay themselves

So much honey, killer bees in the shelfs

Extra gun powder, cocaine in these shelfs

Yea, that bitch is kinda hot, meet hell

Scarface in the Louv red heels

That’s red but 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 the Guinness

I am Kimmy Blanco Blanco

That motherfuckin head hancho, hancho

So you better have your poncho, poncho

I’m bout to rain on you pronto, pronto

it’s Kimmy Blanco, get to know the name

I go off on tracks like the rail train

Come through the 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 so mad I ain’t

I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya

You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya

Let’s get it jumpin, like a motherfuckin 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 fuckin baws

One head now you getting dust off

I be out in Morocco sippin Muscato

While niggas poppin yo top and poppin the bottle

Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado

Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmy Blanco motherfucker

I am Kimmy Blanco Blanco

That motherfuckin head hancho, hancho

So you better have your poncho, poncho

I’m bout to rain on you pronto, pronto

I am!