I used to play the cornerstore market,
Now I play no corner in the marker
Call the coroner I sent
4 about that lock and I hit you and the
Foreign door apartment, leave nothing buy y'all corpses on the carpet
I strike it, got the arsenal of a arsinist and narcisist
Hardly concerned what these other artists is
This ain't a rap, it's a biography
Yeah, copy written case they copy me
S dot laver, the f top player
Respect I player, left eye greatest
Angel with a bag and reeing this heylow
When another tax bracket, your majesty getting yayo
Say bro, tell these pussy niggas lay low
Fugeo, that's how you feel when that ak blow
Yeah, just for playing with my pesos, paragraph
Picture perfect I paint them like playdough
Twice back, you can call me mister potato
Strong stacks, I move them blocks like legos
[Hook:]
Hola santiago, singing, hola santiago
Nah, I ain't playing grabs cannon and I aim it
Give it something strictly for the gangster
They hollering out, hola santiago, they hollering out, hola santiago
I used to have dreams of bagging up rnb bitch
Now I'm thinking victoria's secret, something foreign I can creep with
Fore the streets of california, fuck the week and Monday morning
I'll ignore it, the... which means that I'm on my troubles
To all these niggas and all these hoes
I got my friends and I got me foes,
Bank account, not enough O's, too much weed in my lungs
New tags on my clothes, 4 clip to my chopper
Why would he come close?
Fuck around and get ghost,
Just for running round in that coast
West bound, tek round,.. sound of that toast
Praise give to the most, but still I... boss
And it's bare gang over erything, I live and die for that oath
They say hola santiago, while I'm smoking my guano
El chapo, sipping mohitos off capo
You ain't bout getting deneros, get out the way low
Only real niggas on my payroll
[Hook:]
Hola santiago, singing, hola santiago
Nah, I ain't playing grabs cannon and I aim it
Give it something strictly for the gangster
They hollering out, hola santiago, they hollering out, hola santiago.
