Yerba Polvo y Molly

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash

Sounds dope, pure Mexican style
All the crazy fools are listening, that’s why they get locked up
You dropped out of school to hang out
With your fucking bullshit
For your mom, it’s a toothache

Now she’s left with a gap
Doses that make your heart race
Fucking a hooker on the stairs
Smoking the best stuff
Chillin' at the pad, just being lazy

Waiting for inspiration to drop a new track
Some girls, some pills, weed, and cocaine
Don’t let the craziness stop, let the adrenaline rise
A few beers on the corner, the cops are watching us
The war never ends

In the roughest neighborhoods, they pull out rocks and machetes
A few crazy ones with their guns
Over here, it’s not much different
The town belongs to its people
We got what we need

The style and the flow to make us millionaires
I got the connections and the vocabulary
To stack bills like a businessman
Mexicans shouting war cries
Growing what comes from the land
The mind opens, the doors close
And the knife gets buried in your back

Don’t trust anyone
They’ll fuck you over, you know it
Ask your idol, who’s his father?
I’m going all out, the blood is boiling

Why regret it?
Never got caught
Packed my bag
I’m outta here
Face numb
Jaw too
Red eyes
And a powdered nose

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash

They see me acting suspicious and the cops stop me
I’m high with all my homies
Fucking crazy, we’re all like zombies
And the bitch wants me to film her for OnlyFans
Everyone’s chasing money, making music for fun
Crazy like Yogi Bear, a capsule of molly
I feel like I’m in Toy Story, bitch
Wait for me in the lobby, baby, I’m your Robbie

Let’s head to the neighborhood, rolling in the truck
With a big beer and a hot girl
The SG in your area lighting up the joint
For drugs, I swear I don’t struggle
I hit the fair on May 10th
Laid back and high like my namesake
I hit the fair on May 10th
Laid back and high like my namesake

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I'm smoking that chronic
Laid back with the cash