Cinco De Mayo 2 Lyrics

Still serving dog food, free Ralo

Nigga play and I'm touching his taco

Give a damn bout a bitch if she aint mine, get a star and treat her like a thot hoe

Nigga play with that paper he get slimed, leave his brain hanging out like some nachos

Then go celebrate him like holiday with my people, no Cinco de Mayo

Mix em up, like some pico de gallo

Cross my heart and right hand on the Bible

I been balancing all of this shit lately like my problems came in on a tight rope

I want blood, i aint talking no cycle

Said you love me the fuck did you lie for

5 bitches that say they want fuck with me but like cinco, they aint none of my hoe

You ain't gotta keep bumping your head, just gotta change up your route

Ain't got time for these bitches, they arguing and bickering, I'm sticking my dick in they Mouth

They know that I'm raw like some sex with no condom, bout time that I start taking off

Lately been peeping the shit that they doing, they snake, had to go shake em off

I like my bitches with ass with some clapback

We gone get on your head like a snapback

Got my gang behind me like a backflap

Nigga play then we laying him flat flat

Bitch i'm grimy, aint screaming out slatt slatt

Put this infrared beam where your hat at

Reminiscing bout you like a flashback, invest in myself and go up like I'm NASDAQ

Not Dak but you know imma pass that

All that attitude, bitch where your ass at

Like I'm Paige, just point me where the cash at

Entertainment, you something I'll laugh at

I had to change and start switching up on some people, I noticed that I was too Comfortable

Gotta break bread with my family, all my people we gone stick together, no Huxtables

Niggas on clown shit like they Pennywise

Stay away from the fakes, man I been advised

Want my trust but keep telling me plenty lies, shit for the birds and that's giving me Pigeon vibes

I had to leave all the trauma and pain in the past, a lot of shit had really hurt me

Then I realized that I overcame so much shit, God just telling me I gotta purpose

I gotta keep working, no time for disturbances, wrap my dick up like a motherfucking Turban

These hoes they be leaching, and locking, and lurking

Can't go back to being broke, aint no reversing

All of the shit that I faced just confirming that better days coming, shit can't get no worser

Feeling like Kodak cause I just might glee on a bitch, gotta ski for the drip aint no surfing

Still serving dog food, free Ralo

Nigga play and I'm touching his taco

Give a damn bout a bitch if she aint mine, get a star and treat her like a thot hoe

Nigga play with that paper he get slimed, leave his brain hanging out like some nachos

Then go celebrate him like holiday with my people, no Cinco de Mayo

Mix em up, like some pico de gallo

Cross my heart and right hand on the Bible

I been balancing all of this shit lately like my problems came in on a tight rope

I want blood, i ain't talking no cycle

Said you love me the fuck did you lie for

5 bitches that say they want fuck with me but like cinco, they ain't none of my hoe