Kirby

You know the shit I put in the glass
Only drinkable
Whores for the time
Shine on my wrist

blood on my shoes
Floating in Florida
Hacking the system
I receive my girdle

Serotonin
I vomit a pile
Fucking your girl
Energy grows

I don't charge gasoline
The doors rise like an elevator
The one who was fucking me already sucked me off
He says how do I do it, he said

Hey Red, this is sounding so harsh

Every day more beautiful
Every day cooler
Too much charisma
For this I circle
It doesn't stop my line
I'm like a kangaroo
An intermediate eye seeing the future

(Man, I'd be that pretty mother fucker, man)
(Yes sir)
(Yes sir)
(Thank you, sir)

I undress those leather, to my trapping replay
We delayed the photo with you
My Origins clothes don't come on Ebay
I came from Chile, I traveled to L.A

Your eyes widened when you opened the Mail
My heart broke and I fell in love
Respect earned
Money in your hand like GTA

My pencil is polished
My voice with the microphone
The gringos saying that I do it very well
I like molly and they release lean
The black-haired girls with Chanel clothes
They underestimated me, I finally found you
I have role models like Daddy Gabe, like Daddy Gabe
(Strange, Humaan)