[Intro]

(Blanco)

[Chorus]

Look, back to the cullin' and fadin'

Sometimes I feel like I made it

I thank the Lord I'm so gracious

For everything I got away with

I was just workin' the graves shift

Me trabajando was puro

In the trap with the gang eatin' noodles

She tapped my name on her culo, duro

[Verse]

Yeah

A hundred K all in the console

Slidin' the fence me a wancho

Yeah

Bro got a drum like a bongo

I'm in the jungle like Congo

Pourin' this rock up

You know that I'm ballin' siempre

I'm in the eight, my bro in the six

My bitch a siete, Glock on my body, Nueve

Javi and Cali werе essays

I cut that bitch off, said I broke her cortisonе

She keep on textin' me essays

Bitch, I'm the boss, I'm the jefe

You know I'm the jefe, I cut a brick with machete

Walk in the spot with my gang teed up

With all of mi gente

Bitch, I be throwin' billetes

We could go dollar for dollar for peso

I got a Glock but it shoot like a Draco

[Chorus]

Back to the cullin' and fadin'

Sometime I feel like I made it

I thank the Lord for gracious

For everything I got away with

I was just workin' the day shift

Me Trabajando was puro

In the trap with the gang eatin' noodles

She tap my name on her culo, duro

[Outro]

Duro, duro, duro