Fashawn and Hola Santiago
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 narcissist
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 hater left eye greatest
Angel with a bag and reeing this heylow
When another tax bracket your majesty getting yayo
Say bro tell these p**sy *s lay low
Fuego 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
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 b**ch
Now I’m thinking victoria’s secret something foreign I can creep with
Fore the streets of california f**k the week and Monday morning
I’ll ignore it the adore is at the segment
Which means that I’m on my troubles
To all these *s and all these hoes
I got my friends and I got me foes
Bank account not enough O’s too much w**d in my lungs
New tags on my clothes 4 clip to my chopper
Why would he come close
F**k around and be ghost
Just for running round in that coast
West bound tek round for sh*t of sound of that toast
Praise give to the most but still I bragging that 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 *s on my payroll
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