CALAMITÀ

No you not gang, what the fuck?
Sober off the pack, I gotta re-up
Don’t know what to say, I just hold the cup
Don’t know what to say, I just hold the blunt
Pull the Glock and K, no this not a stunt
Pull the Glock and K, no this not a stunt
We gon' hit that stain, we gon' get him jumped
Masks, magazines, in the truck
Put the whip in park, 'cause my bitch wanna hump
You can’t see my thieves in the dark
Kutliss with the eye patch, seeing in the dark
Zuly in the back, with the sword and the parts
I do that walk, going ham making art
I could talk all my shit, but it’s hard
I think she got strings attached to me, like guitar
I can’t fuck that bitch, that wouldn’t be smart
He got time? Nope, we in the car
We don’t give a fuck, we spin the block
Fuck-shit, put him in a rut, oou-ooh
Betty boo, and she got the butt
Ready up, I'm just tryna play
Betty mad I ain’t take her on a date
I don't care, it don’t matter, she can wait
I'm bossed up, they do what I say, hah
They know that I'm cutthroat
She said, "Do you want me?" I said fuck no
I just wanna ball like Michael
Left the crib, I gotta break the cycle

Ay miami
Calamitá
Yuh, yuh, ay
Me and Kutliss, and Azul
Get yo shit figured out man, for real
Frreh, frreh