Adios Lyrics

You hear them shell cases on the floor

We saying adios

Ya no to querio

Puedes ir goodbye

I disappear like ghost

I dream of owning land inside Dubai

That's how you make the most

These niggas hate on me

I'm like alright

Just wait until I blow

I'm Throwing punches like Tyson

And No I can't be beat

So I'm really gettin excited

These niggas lips are obsessed with me

But I'm like oh cool I guess I'm the assignment

I'm not really trippin on this shit

Cuz internet boys are not violent

I just know that his bitch is my bitch

It's something just like a consignment

Uhh uhh uh

Shit talker of the year

Some things you shouldn't hear

So I get on my tracks

And I put them here instead

I'm tryna make money off these verbs

I want all the bread

I can't complain

Cuz it could be worse

But that shit don't matter

Cuz I'll make it work

Said that shit don't matter cuz I'll get ahead

Cartiers and diamond bracelets

Are the things I wanna get

I'm not splurging on a the chain

I want the audemar piguet

I'm not catching feelings for you

Just because I spent a check

I'm not happy till I'm like drake

With my name sittin on a jet

I'm not Osiris

I'm not suckin dick to take pictures and flex

These niggas think I'm crazy cuz I'm dreaming big and bout business

That's right I want more than one brick

I want real life accomplishments

If you can't understand

Don't hate me cuz I'm just a man

I make music for the ones that had to go and make a plan

Go where you are valued

Not everyone loves designer pants

I'm just letting you know in advance

Cuz the hate is very grand

Niggas battling they own fights yet they put on the gram

How the fuck does that make sense?

I don't know but I'm not them

I got demons that I battle too

I beat them every chance

Even tho I got real moves

I told the devil I can't dance

Knowing that I'm super smooth

We coupe to coupe

Like presidents

Shoot out the roof

And hit the bend

We finna drift this fucking lamb

I ain't even worried bout a thing

The shooters know just who I am

Im from the bottom of the bottom

Where we ate scraps with our hands

And while these niggas had a pot to piss in

I prayed for a pan

So I could burn these niggas like a skillet

I'm showing my hand

Don't think I didn't catch you being oppressive

I knew in advance

I'm tired of being the one who's disrespected

I turned to the man