YONATHAN !

They pray to saints And ask for blessings

I call my saint, he mixed it. Send me all his blessings

Give me your attention, Just hold your suggestions

Can't look for answers from N****s who live in question

Living la vida loca Or they living single

I could give a f**k, I’m focused on the Pringles

Ugh

Making Major moves, They busy playing bo jangles

I drop, my s**t hot, They busy chasing singles

Bout my cheddar cheese, Ain't talking no craft singles

Ain’t my n***a, N***a please. I ain’t bout to bring you

If you ain't KSantos, I can not ring you

Bitches play me close, Hoping that they could catch a dose

They wanna roll, heard we bubbling like too soap

The game to be told but it should be sold

Heard they simpin, Had to put a price up on my stroll

Plenty chatter When you bump into a n***a cold

Was raised to be a gangsta, You raised to troll

Question my physique Not my pockets, they Deebo swole

S**t Your lady middle sweet, I’m talking cinna rolls

Boy Your whole image soft, I'm talking Dinner rolls

How my life gon be crap, Shit Look how I roll

It ain’t a joke if rick roll, Then I’m rolling stone

Rich on every record, Wayy produced by a rolling stone

I can’t kid with n****s, Boy look how I’ve grown

This shumpert in the garden

N***a hold my phone