[Bambu]

Ey! Your mama was right

I'm dangerous on the mic

I know you used to Filipinos who polite

I ain't the type

I'll beat the breaks off a motherfucka

Young stunna

I think you forgot we come from tribal headhuntas, yeah

Your gold chain cute

Them diamonds is precious

But you ever seen a dude rocking a head as a necklace, huh?

Passport bros go searching for hoes

Wrong turn and some 12 year old is stealing that gold

He gon' trade it fro some Jollibee

And spend a whole night robbing tourists in Makati

We giving the wrong impression, fuck around and find out

Zaito probably breaking in your hotel room right now, Bang!

You ain't gon' be shit if I feel like

What you said, I'm crazy?

You know, you fuckin' right

There's somebody say some out of pocket shit

All I need is a rubberband and a nail and I'll pop your shit

Bursted bubbles, I'm elusive as a secret tunnel

Move like a soldier, ya'll stay in place like the cupid shuffle

To the left, to the left, we in a typhoon

Jotting and recording hella joints in a hotel room