FRANCISCO​.​ALBERTO​.​CAAMAÑO lyrics

[Intro]
Ay yo yo yo yo yooooo
You know I mean? Yeah yeah
ROSEMAN, Jazz music, son
Oh yeah, yo (Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Smoke a quarter zip of this Lato (Yo!)
Aficionado (Uh-huh)
My crib is fulla sippers and models and n*ggas swiggin' on liquor bottles (drink), hollows (Yeah)
Crooked convos (bah bah!) with ponchos
And all mondo steaks (uh-huh) sizzlin' shake since Sopranos (on God), Guzzano (Snakes)
Always tryna brown-nose a di*k ride (Woah)
Titties? who probably we controllin' this I smile (Ch-ching)
Fin' go follow me this a different, I load the big, far more of a cigar
Liquor addicts they hold my pics done?
And sh*t be gettin' violent, I got the right moves (Baow)
Sliced in two with the Marvel crew, some o' them like to loot
f*ckin' with the NACKMANDELA, hell of a rifle (Brrrah)
You've ducked about the fillin' with every type of tool (Kill ya!)
Boom like the fuse strap sh*t, sound like the blues hit (Uh-huh)
Got me some jewels with the life I'm really get tight with jewels (Doo doo doo doo)
Brought it to the new MINIMANSION with twice the bronze (Yeah)
At the Boricuas? if she wit' me, she got a right to choose (What's up, baby?)
Hyper moves in this cypher proven so the science mathematics from one o' the 90 units is sold to clients
All the lines is holdin' key incredible Tragic n*ggas from Chatter? Street, impressive weed, we so defined (Yeah, bro, we flyin'!)
Blow the irons, whole lines, n*gga (Bah bah baow, yeah)
Yo, we was so we the fly sh*t (fly), throw a dye drip
I slip and light a piff, I'mma dip to find a b*tch
That I can vibe we posin' like the high street
Nothin' but touchdowns and wild scores (Uh-huh)
Through cologero? sold 'em makin' more than Saddam Hussein's Skorpio COINTELPRO (Yeah)
Got you with the fingers and elbows (Yeah)
And snatch the strikes off the shell toes like Velcro (Yah)
Heaven, that's my home but I came from out of this Hell though (Uh-huh)
When now I'm dripped in white shell, bro (I'm fly)
Bands offa cell phone is worth at least a hunned stacks and maybe yo' mother condo, Alonzo (Yeah)
I gotta go when I'm holdin' diamonds of Golden Champale (Too too too too)
Kickboxin' the bricks broken Tom Pow
Lawnmower mini McQueen poncho (Uh-huh)
Bundle the green poncho
[Interlude]
I want my cash now, n*gga, you know I'm sayin'?
I want the moaf*ckin' bread, baby
Yeah, NACKMAN
We need a basket, son, yo

[Verse 2]
Pull up in a fondue? is cookies and wedding cake I'm lookin' to get you straight if you dyin' to earn it we cookin' the measure weight (Boo boo boo boo boo boo boo)
Cats who got they whole 9 lives (trap) to get a Section 8 (Bah bah bah bah!)
Livin' Kendall West burn X in days (Uh-huh)
Fetchin' plates, rats on the grass catchin' snakes, that's great (I got it)
The last to flake (ching), you fools' passin' date
Might just need to have to check the plates
Don't exaggerate, homie, the flow don't fascinate, yo (Your sh*t is weak, son)
I'm poppin' off, you n*ggas procrastinate (Blah!)

[Outro]
Let's get it straight, son, we movin', constant motion, you know what I'm sayin'?
Son don't chill, stays hot
Keep playin' us in orbit, (ohhhhhh)
We [?] these n*ggas, man
MR. ROSE, you feel me?
NACKMAN, NACKMANDELA
Politickin', keepin' the caddies clickin', you dig?
Word
Showin' revolution, n*gga, and Franci corrento? Caamaño, my n*gga, ching
(Ohhhhhh yeah, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhh)