cancun Lyrics

(Yeah yuh yo)

(Yeah yuh yuh)

(Yeah yuh yo)

(Yeah yuh yuh)

Woke up this morning, too fucking early

Tryna get high then fly

Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly

I be pourin' that Wok

Countin' bread since a jhit

When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock

He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop

She slide on gang giving mop (yuh)

Flew that 'lil bitch out to Cancun

Buddy think he rich, we got bands too

Oh he want smoke?

Fuck you and your mans too

Counting money but ain't 'nun I can lend you

Now they say that I'm stingy wit' it

When I ain't have they views they ain't really get it

Pour up that drank

Had to mix the pilly wit' it

Mix the "For real" wit' the "Really", "Frlly", get it

Huh, ha, blood in my eyes

Want to talk to tough, we'll shoot 'em two times

Got to fill two cups, I ain't pourin' no lie

These niggas my brothers, I'm spinnin' for mine

I'm talking my shit and I'm making it rhyme

They saying I'm mad, it's pain in my eye

Lil baby you bad, I'm making her mine

Can't beef wit' no peon, that's crossing the line

Can't beef wit' no peon, that mean he a bitch (woah, woah)

Huh, Kiz trying to get rich

Stack that bread, fuck a 'lil hoe

Get my nut, send her to the door

Break that bread, made it out of dough

She ain't got no bed, fuck her on the floor

Ha, you know how that go

Lil buddy got laced cause he copped for the low

Can't bust that bitch, she boring

Beat back, take nap I'm snoring

Get bucks, 'lil bitch I'm scoring

NY to UK, I'm touring

Get that bread, cop a foreign

She give head, bitch's whoring

For the gang, bitch's hoeing

She a slut and you know it (Woah, woah)

Woke up this morning, too fucking early

Tryna get high then fly

Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly

I be pourin' that Wok

Countin' bread since a jhit

When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock

He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop

She slide on gang giving mop (yuh)

Woke up this morning, too fucking early

Tryna get high then fly

Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly

I be pourin' that Wok

Countin' bread since a jhit

When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock

He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop

She slide on gang giving mop (yuh)

Flew that 'lil bitch out to Cancun

Buddy think he rich, we got bands too

Oh he want smoke?

Fuck you and your mans too

Counting money but ain't 'nun I can lend you

Now they say that I'm stingy wit' it

When I ain't have they views they ain't really get it

Pour up that drank

Had to mix the pilly wit' it

Mix the "For real" wit' the "Really", "Frlly", get it (Yeah yuh yuh)