CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Martin
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
Cold?lil'?b*t*h like Cleopatra
Got?two hands to swipe, I ain't?beating a**es
Shooter accurate as hell, boy, you see the gla**es
Me love a b*t*h? Boy, I'd rather eat a cactus
Real east n***a, took your b*t*h 'cause I could
Do what? To who? Boy, I wish your a** would
Please play with yo b*t*h and not me, understood?
Boy, you are not street just because you from the hood
Lando, tell them that sh*t wack
And turn that music down 'fore we scrap
F**k n***a get ice, tell your mans chill
If Tron don't beat his a**, I know Stan will
Seen this sh*t coming like I had a UAV
Just know I did fraud if you seen the Uber leave
Bando like Steve Kerr, we the super team
Look in the mirror for a second, b*t*h, you ain't me
Think I woke up in Wonderland
Light thrust, threw a strip on the under pants
Boy, you more hopeless than a Thunder fan
Book full of sauce, this some sh*t you can't understand
Hit her with the, "Hey, big head" 'cause I'm horny
get some pu**y, boy, you corny
Said I'm washed up, man, don't turn on no Barney
I'll just bring Skilla to come take down your army
Just scammed another granny, dumba**
Don't let his haircut fool you, I'll unmask
He pulled up last sec with that one bag
Bro damn near need a Hall of Fame clutch badge
More green on me than Peter Pan
Me trick on a b*t*h? I'm from Neverland
I ain't rob that b*t*h but I up MAG
If that pu**y good, I'ma
If that pu**y good, you gon' do what?
Feel like Ella Mae with the pay, b*t*h, I'm boo'd up
If the opps learn how to fly, I'ma shoot up
If my song ain't mix right, blow the booth up
F**k her and her friend, did it again, feel like Tecca
Don't get your a** stepped on, I ain't even Kappa
You still selling dime bags, you are not a trapper
Ask who I think I am and I told her I'm the papa
If it ain't an M, it ain't on my Christmas list
LeTron James, b*t*h, sit back and witness this
If I catch doggy in a Uber, I'ma lift that b*t*h
Sent his a** through the Ozone if this missile hit
If Sh*ttyBoyz see a opp, we gon' rush him
If we catch him on a train, we gon' buss him
If that n***a act a a**, we gon' horse him
Rap 'bout to make StanWill a fortune
Put the Glock to his shell, spill his taco meat
Pa** me a belt, I punch sh*t like Apollo Creed
Tryna see the real b*t*hes so I can't even see
Wondering who f**king on her, oops, it's probably me
I done made twenty in this Adidas joggy
Pulled a arm muscle tryna slam the demons off me
Made twenty off the fiends at Walmart
Tryna up the one-on-one, scrapping Paul Blart
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
Cold?lil'?b*t*h like Cleopatra
Got?two hands to swipe, I ain't?beating a**es
Shooter accurate as hell, boy, you see the gla**es
Me love a b*t*h? Boy, I'd rather eat a cactus
Real east n***a, took your b*t*h 'cause I could
Do what? To who? Boy, I wish your a** would
Please play with yo b*t*h and not me, understood?
Boy, you are not street just because you from the hood
Lando, tell them that sh*t wack
And turn that music down 'fore we scrap
F**k n***a get ice, tell your mans chill
If Tron don't beat his a**, I know Stan will
Seen this sh*t coming like I had a UAV
Just know I did fraud if you seen the Uber leave
Bando like Steve Kerr, we the super team
Look in the mirror for a second, b*t*h, you ain't me
Think I woke up in Wonderland
Light thrust, threw a strip on the under pants
Boy, you more hopeless than a Thunder fan
Book full of sauce, this some sh*t you can't understand
Hit her with the, "Hey, big head" 'cause I'm horny
get some pu**y, boy, you corny
Said I'm washed up, man, don't turn on no Barney
I'll just bring Skilla to come take down your army
Just scammed another granny, dumba**
Don't let his haircut fool you, I'll unmask
He pulled up last sec with that one bag
Bro damn near need a Hall of Fame clutch badge
More green on me than Peter Pan
Me trick on a b*t*h? I'm from Neverland
I ain't rob that b*t*h but I up MAG
If that pu**y good, I'ma
If that pu**y good, you gon' do what?
Feel like Ella Mae with the pay, b*t*h, I'm boo'd up
If the opps learn how to fly, I'ma shoot up
If my song ain't mix right, blow the booth up
F**k her and her friend, did it again, feel like Tecca
Don't get your a** stepped on, I ain't even Kappa
You still selling dime bags, you are not a trapper
Ask who I think I am and I told her I'm the papa
If it ain't an M, it ain't on my Christmas list
LeTron James, b*t*h, sit back and witness this
If I catch doggy in a Uber, I'ma lift that b*t*h
Sent his a** through the Ozone if this missile hit
If Sh*ttyBoyz see a opp, we gon' rush him
If we catch him on a train, we gon' buss him
If that n***a act a a**, we gon' horse him
Rap 'bout to make StanWill a fortune
Put the Glock to his shell, spill his taco meat
Pa** me a belt, I punch sh*t like Apollo Creed
Tryna see the real b*t*hes so I can't even see
Wondering who f**king on her, oops, it's probably me
I done made twenty in this Adidas joggy
Pulled a arm muscle tryna slam the demons off me
Made twenty off the fiends at Walmart
Tryna up the one-on-one, scrapping Paul Blart
