Lyrics Long Live Yung Byrds (feat. Yung Byrds) - Papi Goyo

I'm from Guatemala on the border with Belize
Stacked a little guala now I'm right here on the beach
Pulled up to America new favorite color green
Got some big booty chicks making me feliz

I'm from Guatemala on the border with Belize
Byrds used to hit me said Papi what you need
Some jungle boys weed and an island with a breeze
Tropics boy like the heat I don't like to freeze

Copping bags platics bags I love popping tags
In Miami got the drink them cars moving fast
And she rolling up the molly but it ain't gon' last
In Chicago with them shooters
Pull up in a Beamer cupping moving slow
My clique got some Haitians
Decent stacking money yeah I gotta fold
Tell her count it up I threw it all the floor
And you know I got them pints I'm stacking loud
Fiji hit me up I gotta pour the drop
Hit me up I gotta roll a wood
Up in Rogers blowing posium know it's understood

You know it's understood smoke a graba smoke a wood
I'm eating on some sushi pouring out some 21
Tonight she acting boogie had to hit it on the sink
I been to the amazon with dolphins that are pink

Talking pink I love pouring fucking wockhardt
Straight paw straight pink that's that pop tart
When I'm rolling up the fronto or the?
Couple thousand on me always got that straight drop

AZ said it first the drop is gonna be the death of me
Moving scheming steadily maneuver like a Kennedy
Hablo tres idiomas baby how bout you
I'm m the phantom of the opera Gaston leroux
Im at the speakeasy that's my rendez vous