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[Verse] Might call up Mac DeMarco, might get that DJ Mustard You got those little diamonds, my soul got big ol' clusters That's Boulder, Colorado, I'm bold with my bravado I know those real vatos that hang outside the Oxxo That's Tijuana talking for my chilangos rockin' Overalls stuffed with adderall, man my jaw is locked and Deal with the options, all creative control How you creative directin' but create nothin' at all? Don't get it Oh, you a tastemaker? Then what's my dick flavor? Limón with that Valentina sauce, so fuck a curator Playlist and a partnership, I be on some smarter shit Studied Luis Barragán, mind is like a architect Bitches say I'm hard to get, I giggle, "it's true" Got jamaica with some codeine in it, Mexican Screw You be doin' the most but ain't got nothin' to do You be flicked up with guns, bitch, but don't ever shoot Your trigger finger got that carpal tunnel You flake flex, you fuck around and might go pull a muscle My dick a genius, off the head I get that pussy puzzled Yeah I'm a clown but this payaso make her titties juggle Lo siento, can we cuddle? Never subtle, rough around the edges, I know I'm emo, cryin' every night, I lost all my hoes My momma prayin' for me, tryin' to save up my soul I'm listenin' to [?], where do I go? South of the border, hoe we goin' up Got Naafi with me so I dropped those cachas in my cup That Mexican jihad shit, you know my body buff That bruiser Brody loaded up, we'll leave your body slumped Leave you bloodied, up out the trunk came like fifty bands That briefcase of perico look like some marzipan, chicle contraband Fuck yo' man and yo' label rep, you wanna sign me? Get the table set, 50K a verse, get your labia wet Hoe who you playin' wit'? This here is Sparta Here's a kick to the chest, I peel off in the Charger Just had lunch with the Carters, you know, Beyonce and Shawn Um, they ordered some caviar, I ordered the flan I'm super charged until the death of me, this for the paisas And the pickups with the weaponry, fuck ICE, can we let them be? Fuck immigration, fuck the laws of the man You know this country was built on some indigenous land With the blood of the slaves, that they filled up with graves Ain't nobody cam footage because it happens today Remember 80s LA? They fed communities crack Then they started that war between latinos and blacks So free my babies from the cages, fuck you racists and you rapists That get elected power, seems that nothin' really changes Man it started with the Clintons, passed to Bush and then Obama Who deported half a mil' to Ecuador and Guatemala El Salvador, Honduras, all dealt with civil war That was sponsored by the US, what your dollar's payin' for Now Kanye said that MAGA hat make him feel like Superman Stupid man, wonder if he knew about that muslim ban Wonder if he knew about that wall they wanna build Or the children separated from they parents 'gainst they will? Oh I will not, cannot, reason wit' no man Who be bowin' at the feet of white supremac- and the klan And I know the FBI prob'ly got my phone tapped So I got that Telcel VPN shit, no map I would drop a pin, hoe, but you never been Look, I put down the whiskey, now Hendrick's my gin I'm sorry, that was a sponsored rhyme, you could send me my check You know, send ten to my bank account, you could wire direct It's Mr. Telcel boomin', audio's ruined Came up out the slums man, what the fuck you doin'? You seen a lower coolin' in my serape? Um, Los Angeles azules, sippin' on that blue agave Nunca suficiente para mi, I'm a G Got a bitch down in Paris, France, think she Amelie But I stack my pan dulce, I don't need no baguette If I say I'ma slap you, that's my word, not a threat Man, I try to keep peace, you know, with yoga, I tried it Got a house full of plants, a pescatarian diet