Motorsport kass i love you, Mochila

You don't wan' talk, go toe for toe
Don't talk 'bout what you don't know
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm letting you know
Glock on my side, make him do-si do

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro
Used to doubt me
Now I came back like a yo yo
Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo
Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo
Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro
Used to doubt me
Now I came back like a yo yo
Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo
Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo

Fuck with my gang, that shit is a no no
She grab my body, this shit give me mojo
Your bitch is a fan, she wan' take a photo
She look at my pants, she ask me the logo
Yeah, give me peace of mind
You know what I like hopping in the whip
Driving through the light
Fuck you then I dip, see you for the night
I said, "Fuck the glick", bitch
I keep a knife
Always in your head, always on your mind
Keep it to yourself, you will not be fine
Kill the competition, that's a perfect crime
You play with your eyes, put it on the line

You don't wan' talk, go toe for toe
Don't talk 'bout what you don't know
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm letting you know
Glock on my side, make him do-si do

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro
Used to doubt me
Now I came back like a yo yo
Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo
Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo
Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro
Used to doubt me
Now I came back like a yo yo
Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo
Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo