Guapy Entertainment

I got scary skeletons in my closet, Velveeta, make it rain like it's nachos

Beating down her back like it's bongos, hit my plug I need them xanny's pronto

If I need a weapon I'm gon' count on poncho For entertainment, bitch we like to count up guapo

I got goons in the cartel, we at your front door So many choppas, think the cartel got lawnmowers

Come on, now ya bitch, she want my baby, I can't be the father

That ain't my fault that he left and you can't be without him

He's a goner, he's a goner, he's a goner

Hang outside that window, I turn to the gunner

I been ballin' on these niggas on the court, don't need no lawyer,

We them type of boys to sit out till it's day up on your corner

Lil spanish mami, she gon' give me face until it's boring