Yerba Polvo y Molly

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

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

Sounds fresh, pure Mexican style
I’m heard by crazy folks, that’s why they get involved
You dropped out of school just to hang
With your dumbass trouble
For your mom, it’s a real headache

She’s even missing her teeth now
Heart racing, still going strong
Getting busy with a chick on the stairs
Smoking the good stuff
Chillin’ at home, just slackin’

Waiting for inspiration to drop a new track
Got some girls, some weed, and cocaine
Don’t let the party stop, crank up the adrenaline
A few cold ones on the corner, the cops keep an eye on us
This war never ends

In the roughest neighborhoods, they toss stones and machetes
One or two crazies with their rocket launchers
Over here, it’s not that 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 lingo
To stack the cash like a businessman
Mexicans shouting for war
Cultivating what grows in the dirt
Mind’s expanding, doors are closing
And the blade will bury you

Don’t trust anyone who
Will fuck you over and you know it
Ask your idol, who’s their daddy?
I’m going hard, the blood’s boiling

What’s the point in regretting?
Never got bagged
Packed my bag
I bolted out of here
My face numb
Also my jaw
Red eyes
And my nose powdered

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

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

They see me looking suspicious, and the cops stop me
I’m high with all my homies
Crazy times, we’re all like zombies
And the chick wants me to film her for OnlyFans
Everyone’s chasing that high, making music for fun
Crazy like yogis, a capsule of molly
I already feel like I’m in Toy Story, babe
Wait for me in the lobby, girl, I’m your Robbie

We’re headed to the hood, loading up in the truck
With a big beer and a thick chick
The SG in your area lighting up the joint
When it comes to drugs, man, I don’t struggle
I hit the fair on May 10th
In a laid-back state, really high like the homie
I hit the fair on May 10th
In a laid-back state, really high like the homie

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

I got weed, powder, and molly
The cops are always on my tail
I’m smoking that chronic
Laid back on the scene.