Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope
Praise to the pope Bless you with this dope Step into my world where we get ghost 'Cause in my mind we float Every time we step into 1Oak They tweaking off the coke Fuck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread So much let's have a toast 'Cause my niggas and momma know If I wasn't here, nigga I'd be dead Now I'm in the building thinking billions Counting millions, what a feeling Remember when I never ever made shit? Now me and my niggas rocking chains And whipping slave ships Now who the slave bitch?
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope
Straight from the lair or Himalayas I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer Kelly Divine off in my pager, I'll hit her later Dawn to dusk I'm tryna get made, I been up for days Damn I'll never pop another pill, man that shit is real Girl, you know you fucking with La Flame You know you know the drill I reach to the heavens, Lord forgive me, I sin May La Flame live forever, and always bring 'em in
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope
Look, y'all niggas can't fuck with me I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me I'm unsociable with like most of them 'Cause I don't socialize with them suckers, see? Lyrically I will demolish This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft Niggas remind me of nails at a spa So under-polished, novices They barkin' up the wrong tree (Double M) Trust me if you with me then you goin' eat I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS Get lifted, few zips like a Steep Tech Use piff, short words for the loose girls All mine's re-up, y'all regret Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set Don't worry 'bout T, it's in-depth When it comes to the mothafuckin' c-notes We'll start us a mothafuckin' glee club God damn
La Flame, don't play no games These niggas is lames These niggas ain't lords, we the new lords Lord, self-sacrifice Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope