Medellin Cartel! lyrics

[Intro]
(Brando sh*t)

[Chorus: Lil $horty]
I got that lean, I'm the hood doctor
Hell nah, I can't give a b*tch a dollar
Drivin' the foreign like Paul Walker
We move with the choppa', n*gga, like a stalker
Hard in the paint like Waka Flocka
Came in this b*tch ballin' Serge Ibaka
I'm finna blow when sh*t get real
Ice on my wrist, got me on chill
I'm not from Chicago but my n*ggas drill
My shooter just called me, said "easy kill"
I'm stackin' my money tall like Shaquille
My prices still shock a n*gga like a eel
I'm thuggin' lil' n*gga, f*ck how you feel
Don't play with my gang if you wanna live

[Verse 1: Lil Randy]
Don't play with my gang, you don't wanna get hurt
One phone-call put you on a shirt
Stayin' ten toes, got it out the dirt
Came with the gang and they rеady to murk' some
Step in this b*tch and I'm sippin' on syrup
She bootеd off molly, I'm itchin' off percs
Run off on the plug, finesse for the worst
These n*ggas ridin' the wave, we created it first
[Verse 2: Diego Money]
I'm sippin', I can't do the perc
I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch, make her squirt
I'm in the kitchen with the birds
Inside the trap, lit like a concert
These YSL shoes, I don't rock Converse
That ice on my neck, [?]
Hit a n*gga with a thirty-round burst
Everything you think you did I done first
I stay touchin' cash like a clerk
Make the wrong move and get left on a outskirt

[Chorus: Lil $horty]
I got that lean, I'm the hood doctor
Hell nah, I can't give a b*tch a dollar
Drivin' the foreign like Paul Walker
We move with the choppa', n*gga, like a stalker
Hard in the paint like Waka Flocka
Came in this b*tch ballin' Serge Ibaka
I'm finna blow when sh*t get real
Ice on my wrist, got me on chill
I'm not from Chicago but my n*ggas drill
My shooter just called me, said "easy kill"
I'm stackin' my money tall like Shaquille
My prices still shock a n*gga like a eel
I'm thuggin' lil' n*gga, f*ck how you feel
Don't play with my gang if you wanna live
[Verse 3: Lil $horty]
I'm sippin' on syrup like Big Moe
These racks in my pockets fat, Fat Joe
[?]

[Chorus: Lil $horty]
I got that lean, I'm the hood doctor
Hell nah, I can't give a b*tch a dollar
Drivin' the foreign like Paul Walker
We move with the choppa', n*gga, like a stalker
Hard in the paint like Waka Flocka
Came in this b*tch ballin' Serge Ibaka
I'm finna blow when sh*t get real
Ice on my wrist, got me on chill
I'm not from Chicago but my n*ggas drill
My shooter just called me, said "easy kill"
I'm stackin' my money tall like Shaquille
My prices still shock a n*gga like a eel
I'm thuggin' lil' n*gga, f*ck how you feel
Don't play with my gang if you wanna live