[Verse 1:]
"This is demanded you're profile low so they don't know who the man is/ Keep it discrete, don't even think to expand it, they already think that a n***a hispanic
Cause you're the first thing they gon meet when it landed
Kiss you on the cheek how they greet when it's handed
Was home for a week but was quickly remanded
You don't wanna speak, they gon teach you some manners
Fuck a teaspoon, gotta scoop with a teacup
Another storm watch, snow be fuckin' the streets up
A bunch of potholes, pot stoves where it heats up
Whatever block cold, rock sold but the D stuck
Nothing but steppers

From a plug, remind you of Héctor Camacho

[Chorus:]
Don't stop you're killin' em
When we come through, they all love us
All the bad bitches wanna fuck us
So fuck it up, HA!
So fuck it up, HA!
So fuck it up, HA!
When we come through it's pressure
When we come through, it's pressure!

[Verse 2:]
Well let me just say this
We A1 while these other n***as degraded
Playing turf wars till the ball is deflated
When chalks on the floor and your boy is cremated