Macarena

[Verse}:
The ruga do ya send shots thru ya and hula hoop ya mob on em give em the beats like 2 producers I’m nice wit it to book me’s a high ticket you got a fisher price nigga
We can’t conversate onna same level my brain levels onna different plane no Boeing jet we gon close all open threats sample alla bows and see what smoke the best
I got em home and you know the rest
Spinnin on em til he Macarena head arm shoulder chest
The custies tryna shop stone cold opening packages I really had to wrestle wit the rock
We was so thirsty shit I had to scrape the pot 20 Niggas askin for a lil bit that’s a lot

Big guns big jewelry it’s like big pun speakin thru me
Man he sound like the feds his speech threw me
I came up around the hustlers gangstas and straight goonies
Put the lick down told united to Cancun me
Bussed a cpl moves but Neva listened to dance music
This like the gospel yall niggas jus rhyme to beats
When you making dreams happen ain’t no time for sleep
Model bitches hoppin outta my designer sheets
You niggas lie on the beat and rely on the beat
I’m fuckin scorching right now feel like I can win a one on one wit Jordan right now

But these bows only thing that’s important right now shiiddd bouta place a 100 Lb order right now

All I got is heat flow them bars you gotta decode the more entendres the less chances of the Rico
What I gotta chill for so he can feel secure
Like if he get me out that’s gon get him inna door that’s foolishness I’m better than you you can google it I’m bouta cop this load and then we super lit
Wayz for where them troopers ridin
Wet you like a scuba diver

Thought you was low but my shooter was yo Uber driver
These hella jewels my shooter can’t take a punch but he a drop 30 he Jordan poole