Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Mexico lyrics
[Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Mexico lyrics]
Couple bad bitches on the radar
And I ain't even conversatin’
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I’m in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate
Couple bad bitches out in Cali
Tryna slide like a finale
I got migos on the payroll
Gettin' work off in the valleys
Rockin' double G, not Balis
Couple hundred G’s off rappin’
Flyin' overseas with the packages
Rockin’ VVS's like candy
Got your main ho on the radar
Finna ignore her
I been road runnin', gettin' things off
Tryna stack this shit far
900 horses my push-start
And I ain’t even add force
New bustdown on my left arm
Could've bought a new car
Couple bad bitches on the radar
And I ain't even conversatin'
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I'm in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate
Got a bad bitch tryna eat it up
I'm finna nut off in her face
I was down bad 'til I came up
Now my name hold weight
Ridin' down 20, Quill in the Lam'
I'm in the Wraith
We just passed Candler, I'm droppin' the top
We ready to race boy, just look at they face
When I look in they eyes
I see nothin' but hate let 'em contemplate
I hit him with this Glock, I bet he shake
Whole gang up, we straight
Twenty on me on the regular day
That shit ain't nothin', that's basic K
Couple bad bitches on the radar
But I don't conversate
Couple bad bitches on the radar
And I ain't even conversatin'
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I'm in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate
And I ain't even conversatin’
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I’m in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate
Couple bad bitches out in Cali
Tryna slide like a finale
I got migos on the payroll
Gettin' work off in the valleys
Rockin' double G, not Balis
Couple hundred G’s off rappin’
Flyin' overseas with the packages
Rockin’ VVS's like candy
Got your main ho on the radar
Finna ignore her
I been road runnin', gettin' things off
Tryna stack this shit far
900 horses my push-start
And I ain’t even add force
New bustdown on my left arm
Could've bought a new car
Couple bad bitches on the radar
And I ain't even conversatin'
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I'm in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate
Got a bad bitch tryna eat it up
I'm finna nut off in her face
I was down bad 'til I came up
Now my name hold weight
Ridin' down 20, Quill in the Lam'
I'm in the Wraith
We just passed Candler, I'm droppin' the top
We ready to race boy, just look at they face
When I look in they eyes
I see nothin' but hate let 'em contemplate
I hit him with this Glock, I bet he shake
Whole gang up, we straight
Twenty on me on the regular day
That shit ain't nothin', that's basic K
Couple bad bitches on the radar
But I don't conversate
Couple bad bitches on the radar
And I ain't even conversatin'
Caught a play way out in
Vegas, for them bands, i ain't contemplatin'
I'm in a X6 with my mans, and
He in the Lam', on 20, racin'
'Member back then we was fucked
Up, twenty bands for me, that's basic
Now we count cash
We might pull up in a Wraith
Big house with the gate
And that shit came with a lake
Fuck the fake, we got racks
In the safe, lil' bitch, we straight
Came from shit, we got rich
And that shit came with some hate