Pure Colombia

I can’t trust these niggas, throw some water on ‘em

They tell me go to hell, okay I know the owner

Strip clubs getting’ old, all the strippers hoe-in’

All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin

Thank you Jesus, my dogs is off the leashes

Had to leave my spanish bitch cause she was startin’ to get suspicious

Tell the beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga

You and all your dogs could get euthanize nigga, ahhhhh

Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling

Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot

You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong number

I love benjamin franklin more than his own mother

Throw that pussy, throw that pussy

And I don’t want no throwback pussy

Man fuck these pussy-ass niggas

I lay back and ash swishers

My new shoe is ass-kickers

She drink cum like she had hiccups

Rest in peace to my last victim, ahhh

We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement

Five blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers

Uh, aks with chiquitas, you shell-shocked like adidas

Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah

It’s that pure colombia

Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb

It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun

It’s that dedication 5 and another one, I love it

Tunechi

Yeah, free scooter

I’m outchea

Let’s get it

I done lost a couple hoes but I’m still a pimp

Just changed the face on my rollie, shout out lil kim

Park my cars in front my house like I ain’t got no garage

Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I’m throwing knives

Mack so paid we ’bout to start calling him macintosh

I really beat that pussy up, them niggas shadow box

These niggas sending threats, I’mma start sending hits

Bring me his head, so I can make sure it’s him

It’s lonely at the top, it’s lonely at the top

I think I’m ’bout to jump, niggas phoney as a prop

Ain’t nothing on me but this chop

Turn you and your homies into slop

Put your brains all over the window, people pass and window shop

Like uhh, this that pure columbia

It’s just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia

Most likely I done fucked that bitch that’s laying under ya

She said she trying to see me, bitch that’s stevie wonderful

You better mind your business, hitman with a hit list

Ymcmb, the world is ours, seconds, minutes

I’m a movie motherfucker, camera man are you getting this?

Burning blunts like bridges, turn up…

Missing, ahhhh

We out here with that clean work

These niggas selling remix, we got clean work

Kill everybody, y’all gone need a limousine hearse

You see I’m armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt

What up five?

Yeah