Calavera

Mama, I'm high, what you want?
I'm not a stowaway
Check out my size, never lie
Check out my size, what you want?

Baby, I'll give you everything you want
You know I'm a skull
I sound like a shootout
All those wooden rappers

Baby, I grab you by the waist
Don't think I'm one because I'm trash
Daddy doesn't rush, pure coke
When you grind on me, mama, it gets hard

My never life, you know what's up
If your man goes crazy, we'll put three fires on him
Give me the bombay, I'll take your bae
I'll shoot you and bye bye

We're making him understand the thing
He doesn't get it because he doesn't enjoy it
She wants to smoke an ounce
She's a b*tch, she's a spoiled brat

Now, mama, I do my duty
Which is to smoke and drink, to roll, to light up
Go on stage and kill it
And get high in the studio until dawn

Mama, I'm high, what you want?
I'm not a stowaway
Check out my size, never lie
Check out my size, what you want?

Baby, I'll give you everything you want
You know I'm a skull
I sound like a shootout
All those wooden rappers

Since I was a kid, I liked the stuff
Going out on the street, looking for more champagne
My mom misses me and that hurts me
But making money, I'm on a mission

I have my brother doing missions
Because he didn't have any other options
They're talking about my songs
And then crying in the corners

Baby, I'm like a Harley
I come down the road with your Barbie
I go out feeling like a hammer
I'm blessed, I came to break it

You know there's no rap if I don't see money
To stash cash in my Tommy boxers
I went to the hood to f*ck your mommy
She sucks it, yummy yummy

Mama, I'm high, what you want?
I'm not a stowaway
Check out my size, never lie
Check out my size, what you want?

Baby, I'll give you everything you want
You know I'm a skull
I sound like a shootout
All those wooden rappers