Testo Margarita Son

Quit all that damn dry humpin', ho, shake your ass (Ugh)
I ain't scared to go to jail, I'll face your ass
Pistol whip you in the club and shank your ass
Terrorize you, do everything but take your ass
I ain't never gave a fuck, I'm Margarita's son
Back in school, was baggin' bitches with Adidas on
I was really kickin' asses with Filas on
Bitch gon' say I'm disrespectful, to each his own
If I make the right move, I'll be rich as Jigga
Found out my own partner Skrilla gettin' dick from niggas
You fuck up a nigga image, crop you out the picture
I ain't seen him, I don't know him, if you see him, peel him
The Feds on me, I can feel they finna search sum'n
I fucked up, I put a fully on a Nerf gun
If he in my entourage, he done burnt sum'n
Police askin' me 'bout niggas I ain't heard from
Next nigga piss me off gettin' sacrificed
Every time a nigga die, I laugh at life
I need him gone by tonight, I ain't askin' twice
I'll rock the crap out you, I'm trash at dice
I know she suck dick good, she got past the teeth
I'm finna start a restaurant, call it Rapper Beef My 19 right beside me on the mattress 'sleep
I know his damn chain fake 'cause it match his teeth
I know his damn weed trash, his plug a dyke
What's he on? I'm tryna meet up with your plug at night
Put a bag 'round her head and wrap it tight
If she bug, her last sight'll be a flashin' light

Quit all that damn dry humpin', ho, shake your ass (Ugh)
I ain't scared to go to jail, I'll face your ass
Pistol whip you in the club and shank your ass
Terrorize you, do everything but take your ass
I ain't never gave a fuck, I'm Margarita's son
Back in school, was baggin' bitches with Adidas on
I was really kickin' asses with Filas on
Bitch gon' say I'm disrespectful, to each his own

Niggas be hangin' in the hood 'till they handicapped
The switch (Frrt, frrt, frrt), got a afterclap
It ain't never been a task for me to find a bitch
All I had to do was type it in my Apple Maps
As long as you ain't a damn rat, I'll do a song with you
If you a rat, come to the video with your gun with you
The smell of za'll slap your face like your ma hit you
Six to a dance off, you like the sun hit you
Distro want another tape, I told him, "Send a wire"
'Lotta obituaries came from a nigga flyer
My custo' go cold turkey, throw him in the dryer
Walk in the booth when I'm recordin', wanna see a fire
These ain't no ordinary tens, throw the tongue down
I don't sell, trade fires 'till the sun down
Aw shit, Kevin Durant been fuckin' with my music
I'm finna blow, I think I'm finna have a son now
Tell my bitch to order a scale off of Amazon
I'm from the swamp, bitch, it's always a scale around
Come fishin', you gon' run into a megalodon
Hammer with me, when I blow, it make a thunder sound

Bitch, everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold, nigga
Ugh, Mansa Musa, nigga