Las Ovejas Mueren (Sheep Die)

[Intro]
Huh, yeah
Smoking the purp, sippin' the Wok
Pop on the block, pop on the block
I'm sippin' the Wok, hm, I'm sippin', yeah

[Verse 1]
Why so impatient? Think he mad about his current status
Keep puttin' on them fake impressions, that's gon' take you places
Check what my name is, I'm not famous, wonder where I aim at?
He say his pistol drawn, I know that's pencil, where that fade at?
Go 'head, just throw that shade back, yo' bitch and me go way back
How dare I even say that, thought you might enjoy the playback
Wonder how I make bread, I don't, that's why I starve like stray rats
Somehow it always seems like, I'm the one that gets my payback

[Bridge]
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that top
Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, dance on my cock
Green light, give it gas, bitch, don't stop
Smokin' on flock, 'bout to Kodak Bop
Get me that, get me that, get me that guap
Boy kick rocks, how I ball, call shots
Money bag, money bag, money bag shop
Body gon' drop like NASDAQ Stock

[Verse 2]
Green on me, CeeLo, rob like De Niro
I put the pump to his knee and I D. Rose
Unload then reload, turning the keyhole
Play my cards right, I could buy the casino
Bitch, never sleep on my dick 'cause it's woke
Inhale my nut like some blow, numb throat
White girl on puro Colombian coke
By the way that she choke, I can tell she don't smoke, huh, yeah
Don't call me Drake with my woes, hyah
Shawty just won't let me go, hyah
This ain't that difficult, bro, huh
You on some simple shit, moe, huh
I molly-whop him in his sweatshirt, uh
That .30 gon' make sure your chest hurt, uh
His blood 'bout to give him a red shirt, uh
He flexin', put him on a stretcher, uh
These niggas still think they so clever, uh
I pick up the pack like some legwork, uh
You know I do art, you can't censor, uh
I painted her face, it's my best work
Like a soldier, my bitch gon' say "Yes, sir"
I don't even respond and she check first
Wrong as fuck if you think we can network
You suck dick so I know that your neck hurt

[Interlude]
Ayy, yo, all you SoundCloud artists, man
Get the fuck off my dick
Go shave your fucking eyebrows, idiot
Aha, "Look At Me"

[Outro]
Gi⁠—gi⁠—gimme that, gimme that
Boy—boy—boy kick rocks, how I ball, call shots—ots—ots
Money—money—money bag, money bag shop—op—op
Money—money drop like NASDAQ stock—ock—ock
Cee—Cee—CeeLo—Lo, rob like De Niro
I—I—I—I—I—pump to—pump to—and I D. Rose
Cee—Cee—CeeLo—Lo, rob like De Niro
I—I—I—I—I—pump to—pump to—and I D. Rose