Arroz Con Pollo (feat. Glaive & Ericdoa)

Motorsport kass i love you, Mochila

You don't wan' talk, go toe for toe

Don't talk 'bout what you don't know

I'm not gonna hurt you

I'm letting you know

Glock on my side, make him do-si do

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro

Used to doubt me

Now I came back like a yo yo

Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo

Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro

Used to doubt me

Now I came back like a yo yo

Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo

Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo

Fuck with my gang, that shit is a no no

She grab my body, this shit give me mojo

Your bitch is a fan, she wan' take a photo

She look at my pants, she ask me the logo

Yeah, give me peace of mind

You know what I like hopping in the whip

Driving through the light

Fuck you then I dip, see you for the night

I said, "Fuck the glick", bitch

I keep a knife

Always in your head, always on your mind

Keep it to yourself, you will not be fine

Kill the competition, that's a perfect crime

You play with your eyes, put it on the line

You don't wan' talk, go toe for toe

Don't talk 'bout what you don't know

I'm not gonna hurt you

I'm letting you know

Glock on my side, make him do-si do

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro

Used to doubt me

Now I came back like a yo yo

Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo

Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo

Two birds, one stone, hit you and your bro

Used to doubt me

Now I came back like a yo yo

Jump in that ho, I don't need to go solo

Chill in my house, eating arroz con pollo