Sin Sentimientos (feat. Melupnext)

All my bitches bad, Bunny, Benito

I'm shooting from the three, that lil boy shoot from the free throw

I'm going gorilla, ape shit on these raps, Faneto

Been seeing **** true intentions, like peephole

Staying in the grass like a snake, I got green toes

Told that bitch my heart been gone, sin sentimientos

He was mad 'cus his bitch was sucking my dick, mosquitos

I ain Drake, my dogs in the corner, hear ladridos

I'm going Young Pappy on these raps, I'm killing shit

I ain never, ever marrying hoes, ****, I ain feeling shit

Hovenn always hurdle over the border, immigrant

Twenty-six keep on beating like a drum, that rhythm hit

Glock fresh out the horno, bullets hot like oven mits

She hang on my dick, adorno, multicolored like ornaments

Hovenn always winning, first place, a tournament

Too slimy, cut his blood off, a tourniquet

Yo bitch said she can't have a baby with a bum, she aborting it

That's fucked up, let me switch the subject, I get that ball, I'm scoring it

Put up fifty, Jalen Brunson, and it feel like I'm on the Knicks

She keep chatting in my comments, promise I don't know the bitch

Back in the day, it was Rock Revival, no relations, fuck a title

Lil RT, go 60 Miles, tape in the vault, got it in my files

Don't fuck with frauds, got different styles, I been running it up ever since a child

Only thing on my vision board is to make so much, I forget I was in a drought

He a lil boy, keep that diaper on, got poopy booty

We mixing this lil bitch mash potatoes, look like making smoothie

She heard Hovenn coming, she obsessed, ou, she start drooling

**** said he killing me? Laughed at him, like he Druski

Playing 3 Man with the hoes, I'm shooting, ****, grab a BREWSKI

Think I'm Chance The Rapper, they don't want no problem, and Mel Tunechi

Why the fuck you acting like you gay? Lil boy a groupie

Ian even use no condom, hitting this lil bitch raw, like eating sushi

Hitting her raw, like I'm eating sushi

SpongeBob, he a Goofy Gooby

Double G on the belt, I be rocking Gucci

I'm the king of this shit, better introduce me

When it come to the smoke, I'm a lil boujee

Fuck a dutch or a wood, ****, pass the LooseLeaf

And when I come around, **** turn to groupies

When it come to this rap shit, I'm the crew chief, bitch

Yea, and this just some- this some quick shit, man

I'm going all year

What's understood don't gotta be explained, man

Y'all some bitches, fuck ****