DCFBABIEZ

[Interlude]
Skiing is the same way, you know?
People out here get on skis and they just think they can overcome the world, maybe it's—
Head down, moss down there, 'cause I see in here other people

[Intro: Estee Nack & al.divino]
Oh (Swoosh)
(High as ruler right now, man), that's right
(Slidin' on 'em, man), uh-huh
(Standin' on the fuckin' passenger seat, man), It's a vibe, man
(Hangin' out the fuckin' sunroof, boy)
Ayo (Yeah, huh?), ayo (Yo), ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino]
We DCF babies, bought up brazy, all the Mercedes
MacGyver through the most, shit ain't always all gravy, you know? (Ain't always all good, man)
How you ain't got it but lazy? (Huh?) By the dollar, you gotta pay me
Barnum and Baileys, pozzano, mob related, raised by wise guys (KnahImean?)
Wonder why I talk crazy, kick shorty out the telly, tellin' me I ain't shit (Aha)
Like I don't know already (I know!)
Eight-one-thousand sniff, resi' on the scazzy lookin' like some cake mix (Ay!)
Stick the connect, ditto, dusty poke on the plaintive (Ah)
Plays look like a player kit (Aha)
Been lit, you late as shit, fish-filet flip (Shh)
Now and Later post-nasal drip
Layed on Naomi Campbell look alikes, cook naked in the crib
Used to play the strip on the ground (Woo)
Now the Crème Brûlée dish
Five Tower Fifth, Uzi like I went and iced out my thick shorty

[Interlude 2: Estee Nack & al.divino]
Oh my God! (Know I'm sayin'?)
Shit-shit, better pay me, bitch (I want my money upfront, mama), you know?
Schyeah

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Yo, salami con queso frito, paloma todo mucho chito (You a fuckin' kid!)
You not with the block, shot niggas through the peephole (Grra!)
Keep it loaded, make the heat blow (Blow!)
I'm reachin' quotas, I'm tryna keep dough (Money!)
You 'round-the-way niggas is minor league though (A little nigga)
Shinin' piece glow and teach hoes how to finesse tricks, might just hit a freak show (Yeah!)
Medellín snow, a diamond-ring blinger bitch for each toe
You never stood a chance, son, the kid finito (It's over)
Caught niggas fuckin' with [?] (Oh!)
Shit is digustin', you makin' trips rushin' (Whoop)
Cops at the door, it's down with this shit flushin' (Damn)
Thousand my chips, we countin' up bricks, plushin' (Yeah)
Now Mercedes-Benz S 550 AMG for the whip, crushin' (Cha-cha!)
Bad bitches had the 55 doubles (Aha)
King-sized beds from off the avenue though
You and me is not compareable (Never)
Parables, we like drawin' up Backwoods (Aha)
Trappin' different, listen, we not with the cap, drippin' prophylactics (Shine!)
Hat tricks, Sabre scan, you rattin' up for actress (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
Seem as if you need some more practice
Quarter bag of fix, figure four, backflips, and all wack shit (Uh-huh)

[Outro: Estee Nack]
I wanna fuckin' hear that, man