"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

AR 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