​cinco

[Verse 1: iiamjoan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, heard you talking crazy, yuh, choppa finna fix it
Yeah, huh, so many hoes on me, ain't talking Christmas
(Ho, ho, ho) (Squwa~)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My entire closet is his entire wish list
Boy, keep chatting, yo' whole squad full of bitches
Yuh, hold yo' ass for ransom, throw yo' body in the ditches
Yeah, huh, that boy washed, ain't talking bout no dishes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how the beat go
Chip hit him lay, ain't talking Frito
Yuh, five stars on me, ain't need no cheat code
Feeling just like X-Man, I ain't overseas though
Move them packs, yeah, them kilos
100k for a feat, bro
Throwing up that 5, yeah, that cinco
Bitch, I'm only 15, yeah, I'm getting rich, ho
Buy me all that Chrome, yeah
Choppa hit ya dome, yeah
We finna smoke yo' ass, we up in yo' zone
"Nah bro, Rimo's too hard"

[Verse 2: Rimo]
Ho caught me cheating on my phone, huh, I don't care no more
I keep that Glock on my hip, huh, this shit got a scope
Bitch, is we gonna fuck right now? I don't give a fuck what your horoscope
He asking too much questions, what the fuck, is you the feds?
If I catch the feds, imma run down, imma jump the fence
Uh, in my defence, I keep that Glock for my defence
He wanna feat? Need my advance
I told we geeked, but I don't pop no Xans
Five model hoes, yeah, I got five model hoes
Five model hoes, yeah, they all fye model hoes ("That might've been tuff, that might've been the one, I'm not gon' lie–")
Five model hoes, yeah, I got five model hoes
Five model hoes, yeah, they all fye model hoes