BLANCO Lyrics

Oooh

Oooh

Hop op out

Hop out op out shoot with the Glock tho

Got fish scale bricks move white call it Blanco

And he serve dope all bricks call him Chopo

Give good too but I know she a thot hoe

She call me guapo

Stack Bitcoin I get chips like nacho

You isn't eating no chips without lettuce the cheese and the guac though

Don't worry how much I made in a month not gon lie git's a lot though

I'm on the top floor

Don't answer questions the police be asking I'm ducking the Five-O

I feel like Pablo

Bust down ap I gotta have that

Big ass chop Thirty round mag nothing to laugh at

Once this shit roll off go off y'all boys better stand back

Fly so high come down uh uh no way I'ma land that

A R come wit a stock like nasdaq

I'm in a Bently you still on the Amtrack

I'm yo bitch Mcm got her a backpack

I beat her back back

Problem

Pounds of the cherry gelato

My wrist on hurricane its Tornado

My bank so big like I hit the lotto

Big Wokhardt drip I sip the shit out the bottle

She ride a Motorcycle she be reviving throttle

She a thottiana but I think she a model

Y'all be way too much on instagram no I don't want to follow

He said he wanted to beef with me we gon fill em with hollows

She love the white dope she be sniffing the blanco

Count up my money I do that shit pronto

Bitch I'm a sosa I feel like I'm honcho

I'm in a wraith and I'm swerving the potholes

Hit from the back when your shorty get tired though

She said she ain't fucking with me just know its a lie though

Money Mission I'm just Tryina survive low

I'm at the bachelor pad I hope I don't get a bride though

Why would I need me a main bitch I get me a side hoe

I could see clear through the fronts but the tints on the side though

Bitch I run

Bitch I run businesses don't got a tie though

Trap house smoking cherry gelato