Walahh

Intro: Elcamino:

Ha, yo, yo, yo, yo, hm, uh, yo, yo

Verse 1: Elcamino:

It's deeper than life, ain’t happen overnight, stereotypes
I represent for cash and wasn't living right
I done spent many nights, watchin' fiends get high
Smokin’ weed, gettin' drunk, watchin' my dreams pass by
The dope won't sell long as we on the block
Son slid through, we shot off his head, I made it hot
And I sped off last week, just counted up 100 of that bread loaf
And just went and iced out my wrist so I'm dead wrong
All VVS's but the Maybach two-tone
These niggas think they hot, these pussy niggas they look warm, huh
I'm 'bout to fuck the nigga bitch with my tool on
Better not walk up in my crib wit’ yo’ shoes on, huh
Put on my slow jams I'm gettin’ my groove on
40 on me still I let you pick up your tombstone, uh (Hahaha)
The Henny told me who to move on (Move on)
In the crib gettin' money offa two phones, uh, yo
I'm quarantinin' with my jewels on
God level I feel like I can’t even do wrong

Verse 2: Billie Essco:

Ay, jewels on, look
I feel like I can't even do wrong
Look, I was a young visionary, I had Cartier dreams, I had Cartier frames since 2013
First I lost 'em and I found 'em then I lost 'em again
Then I broke them shits twice and never got them shits fixed
I'm 'bout to cop another pin put some ice on the rim
All black buffies roll down the Benz window it's gettin' stuffy
Too much smoke in the air, too much money, too much 5G, too much YG playin' when
Blood get the plan, my niggas get to wildin'
And when I'm pickin' up the checks, I get to smilin'
While I take my bitch next, she gon' get inside it
Then loungin' in the Eaves chair, she gon' get to ridin'
Clappin' like thunder and I'm 'bout to spark this lightnin'
First round get this shit punchin' like Tyson
Waitin' for a knockout, lookin' for opportunity to pop out
Go for the attack and take the hop out