Enchilada

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin' up?
Aye, drip, splash
Ouu, TSF Mexico shit
Yeah, drip, ouu

[Verse]
Wack a nigga, then, I’m screeching off in a Rolls Royce
I tried to let the nigga make it, but that nigga tripping, so he gave me no choice
R.I.P to Maranda, nigga, and Rest In Peace to my bro Royce
Out of everybody, man, I can't believe my nigga lost his life to a white boy
Keep a Smith and Wesson
And the way a nigga flexing, you would think I'm on steroids
I don’t give a fuck, I'll still beat a nigga up while I'm fucking barefoot
Got too many bitches and too many Choppas
Got Mexican bitches making Enchilada
My niggas wacking shit like we from Al Qaeda
Beefing with me, no, you don't wanna try it
Just imagine, going out to eat with your bitch, then you get hit by a sniper
Fuck 6ix9ine, he can die on Rikers
I'm drippin' and splashin' in La Michoacana in a Catana
I'm in Dolce Gabbana, I’m drippin’ head to toe
Beefing with us, nigga, we won't let it go
See a opp in public, ain’t no questions, let it blow
I'm in the trap and I'm slangin' elbow
Think I’m finna let you live for free, while, you making money living with me? Hell nah
Made a quarter million trappin' at the Chef store
Good gas, going for the ello
I'm on the block, I got Glocks and Berettas
Gucci on me and they came with some feathers
I wrecked the Masi' finna buy me a Tesla
You got a warrant, better work 'til they catch you
Tell that bitch to quit playing, it's time to go eat
You got a fat ass and you working at Denny's?
It's time to start dancing, it's time to start stripping
We running the racks up to the ceiling
And if anybody do you wrong, just call up my phone, and I'ma scoot up with a Glizzy
We smoked out in the Maybach, Laws pulled me over, put the zip in the titty
Remember I was twelve, Pops went to jail, now I'm riding [?] cashed down
Julo went in his room and found a arm, went to the hood, and sold his crack house
Eleven years old, lil Julo really sold some dope to bail my Dad out
And meanwhile, I was gangbangin', I was robbing, really tryna crash out
Peso Peso, I got bands on me, nigga
You gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga
And really, I ain't never heard of these niggas
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma murder these niggas
He ain't no shooter, he don't got no Ruger, just flexing his partna gun in his pictures
I fuck on your bitch and I fuck on your sister
Kicked that bitch out my foreign 'cause she smoking Swishers
I promise you don't wanna go in a blender
I'm rocking Versace boots in the Winter
Tryna walk in my trap, gotta pay just to enter
I was in the hood serving hard and crystal