Pollos Hermanos ft. Manndo & Serious Jack Lyrics

Fucking up some commas while I'm blowing up a check

Couple shorties with me, traveled by the private jet

Means I flew them out from florida, got bored and ordered a

Brand new fucken baddie, she claims she was from Quebec

Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos

Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas

We too classy, fucking with some damas

We 'bout that action, we not with drama

Mann, when I step in this bitch

All these hoes wan' touch me yeah they licking they lips

When I'm in my zone I be living so happily

Can't step outside without losing grip of reality

Of reality, shits so insane it's a tragedy

Know I got problems, God please do not be mad at me

Hear what they sayin but they scared of adding me

Thought that I told you I'm hot like some kerosine, bitch

Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos

Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas

(I can bring you in warm)

Cartel money on my brain and on my chain

Got stacks of paper flowing I'm just hoping to maintain

Got a bank out there in Spain and another one in Maine

An exclusive strain of Mary Jane, call it "Purple Rain"

It got that purple veins it's a hard one to maintain

But cocaines not my lane so I'm sorry must abstain

I'm praying out in Ukraine so my sins will wein

I'm a born sinner that's a shout out to Jermaine

I'm a gangsta, tight coochie tasta'

I'll replace ya' you talking to the mason, the maker

Whip up this heat like a chef, I'm a baker

The paper actually stacking up

Man I'm raging and bashing the competition, incompetent

I'm sitting here plotting, better start placing your bets

I'm meeting new accomplices, I'm making new accomplishments

I'm out across the border

Talking to shordies, I'm working on my accent

Pollos Hermanos

Running up a check, yeah we fuck up the commas

We too classy, fucking with some damas

We 'bout that action, we not with drama

Surrounded by paper, I feel like it's drowning me

Sea full of sins, that gave a crown to three

Me, Ju, and Jer, rock the boat

Pound of lean, take that shit with me

Never go down you see

Guaranteed we take your life on this track

And I never look back, yeah I smoke that loud pack

Who is Serious Black, more like Serious Jack

I got shit to unpack, yeah you better step back

'Cuz I got that bitch

Smack, hit you back to your shack

That's the story of my life

Another night of hooking up but not looking to wife

Asking what's the point and hoping I could make it right

Can't blame how I cut the bread when I'm the butter knife

To me it's just a summer night

I've been spitting game since I put my name in the upper right

Matter of fact, I write this rap inside the book of Malachai

And spit it like the crack that make an addict start an alley fight

(Fight)