I can't trust a soul, I feel like Montana

Hahahaha

I can't trust a soul I feel like

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

They say Mac te amo but they can't stand em

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

Riding on my lonely, case da plan jam up

Pile up

Move into the city

Shake that haters off

Real ones, since day uno

Grinded and came a boss

No flaws, sunrise, I rise

See me in the loft

Sunset, she dumb wet

I tell her get lost

Say numerōs, don't lie

Speaking code vibes

From a town where the abuelitas blow ice

It's a cold world

Show up to your funeral

And make your soul cry

So homie, don't die

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

Twisting fingers in my hood with a known tribe

Never chose sides, I just built up my own side

Livin La Vida Loca face on poker with a 4.5

Stand on 10, mafioso know they gon' ride

Shake up the lane, wake up the game

Pick me right now, bet I take up the frame

Afakasí, Cubano, pretty bitch in Milano's

I keep the fuck in Prada, she keep me paras, I watch em

I Ricky Rosé her double M like a G

Ain't no over stepping me, we go by codes in these streets

Keep it gangsta, it get loco, it ain't sweet

Papi Fuego, I'm foreign so the Glock stay with me, ah

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

I can't trust a soul I feel like Montana

Blacked out Honda Civic in my Bandana

Montana

Mac Foreign

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