Payroll Giovanni
Payface
[Intro]
Al esfuerzo y al heroísmo de una revolución...
¡No los queremos! ¡No los necesitamos!

[Verse]
When the rap seemed to fumble up, my only thought is cop grams
Double up, you looking at a hustler
When I see you, I see a customer a bunch of fucking drug addicts
Everytime I'm out in Cali, I'm a plug magnet
We push coupes and trucks, strapped with big pumps
And rock jeans that stuffed up with big chunks
What they doing I don't really give a big fuck
They still tryna impress hoes we been fucked
I'm in the Benz truck, Moncler bubble coat
I used to watch mom's laying bubble coke
They like aren't you a shamed of your folks
Nah, motherfucker it was my coke
We Dom sippers, that stay fresh like prom pictures
Mob n***as, we bosses come get a job with us
Get that camera out my face, I don't like pictures
Guess I'm stuck in my ways from all that white flipping
Just had a dream me and B was in the Ghost
Laughin' 'bout the past when we used to sell dope
Had to bob and weave with my back against the ropes
You hustle for bitches weaves, I was out there for my folks
Broke ass n***a ain't never seen a 100 grand
Know some real work, if you did you do the runnin' man
Think this shit a game 'til they find you in a garbage can
Why your mans tweeting, he ain't even do nothing damn
I avoid all the dumb shit
Stay away from you cause I avoid all the bum shit
Fiends used to have to see me or they couldn't function
Didn't feel guilty, I just gotta stay pumping
Pocket full of presidents, I'm far from your n***a like my residence
When the fuck you gon' learn your lesson bitch
Pull up to the club, n***as sippin' need some medicine
So many Caddy trucks they thought it was the president
Pay me what you owe, I ain't tryna hear no extra shit
Or we gon' snap your motherfucking neck like the exorcists
Middleschool I was gettin' picked up in Lexuses
Corvettes and shit, raised by dealers with gold necklaces
Had the spot set up like dispensaries
Way before dispensaries, n***a check your history
N***as background unknown, boy you a mystery
I'm who you boys attempt to be
Get used to me or get sick of me