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Lost sight, in it

What I'm saying is the planet's on fucking fire

Maria, Maria got a Cuban plug, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch, whip is red, they calling me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm cool in bandanas

Might sign the gun, plug money under the rug, now clips go bananas

Maria, Maria got a Cuban plug, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch, whip is red, they calling me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm cool in bandanas

Might sign the gun, plug money under the rug, now clips go bananas

Detective popped up at my momma, said they see me on camera

You gon' have to talk to my lawyers, no, I can't give you no answers

I can see how this gon' go, I'm paying the bail or ransom

I'ma bail out anyways, turn myself in with my hands up

Abracadabra, focus, pocus, yeah, yeah, now them bands up

And we don't feel like looking for you, now you done got your man's touch

And I don't really like networking, seeing you dick-riding with your neck working

She be lucky, see the next version, she gon' bring a friend to the next sermon

Cause baby girl ain't no virgin, and bro ain't her boss, he working

No money to feed, no workers, curse, huh

Google GTA's hurt, yeah, cause hurt be working

And yeah, we gon' run them numbers, and that's one thing for certain

Maria, Maria got a Cuban plug, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm coolin' bandanas

Might sign a gun, plug money under the rug, them clips' gon' bananas

Maria, Maria got a Cuban plug, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm coolin' bandanas

Might sign a gun, plug money under the rug, them clips' gon' bananas

I see you hurt, go you rap now, but I still ain't put the trap down

Just put my city on the map now, separate the real from the cap now

Ever catch me lyin', let me know, I ain't fall in love with these hoes

And I'm still ridin' for my bros, and I really came up off of Bo's

I'ma get that money fast or slow, know I win either way it go

And you know that gangsta rap in me, but I be singin' on the low

Like Curtis Kane with the blow, cocaine and XO's the roll

Sell everything but my soul

Mar'a, Mar'a got a cube in plugs, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm coolin' bandanas

Might sign a gun, plug money under the rug, them clips' gon' bananas

Mar'a, Mar'a got a cube in plugs, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa

GTA's mafia, mafia, mafia, yeah, I'm coolin' bandanas

Might sign a gun, plug money under the rug, them clips' gon' bananas

Mar'a, Mar'a got a cube in plugs, she look like Santana

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa

I came with that bad bitch whip, it's red, they callin' me Santa