Saran wrapping bales, I bet you can't smell My little homie thugging we yelling fuck 12 We knocking heads off on whoever tattle-tale Welcome to the dope game this is not a fairy tale We still running round with a pocket full of dope and a digital scale I'm getting stupid bands bitch you can't tell Posted on the south side where all the Gs ride I got bags of broccoli and whole pies
Chorus (2x): Cars in and out looking like a drive-through I be in the kitchen but I'm not cooking stew Saran Wrap it twice so the smell don't go through Saran Wrap it, Saran Wrap it fool
Kali Kush all in my chest my attitude is fuck the rest These hoes want me to save 'em like a S was on my chest I want the money and the power nothing more nothing less He fronting me 100 and he put me to the test I work the streets boy I keep a tool boy Hear me on the chirp, not that Android I came from the slums where motherfuckers starving They don't wanna see a young Mexicano balling
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I'm a down south ese with a K moving yay Label say work on your mixtape but I'm busy making plays If you on that pussy shit then you might not like my tape It's for the young bosses that love gunplay Mafia mafia mafia Don't try me dog I put a hole in you Cause it's money over bitches that's the formula I don't know you dog so I can't fuck with you