Habanero

Your journey from Earth to Planet Pyune has been successful When exiting this aircraft a Speedom-mobile will be assigned to you Ah Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Nothing identical Bussin' I'ma make no fucking bug, I'm crushing thy tenticles Suckas be huffing and puffing cause I touching my pinnacle Cussing my Midas flow, now they women is sucking my genitals They flip cause so many is the heat I got the remedy all of my enemies feel like Ignominious defeat Knowin it finna be like an infinite lettin em have it I wreck and I ravage A Tech and a Travis make the record a savage I popped them up and I sky-walked for nothin But taking you higher levels when I rocked percussion I'm at the top of the lift, and I'm fly, chop discussion It's fried hot on my block and I'm not the cousin The eye lock is sudden Whenever the people see me they cry lots of loving We high notched the oven And my clock's-a-buzzing when you done it You die drop for dozen Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and I'm still I got no brakes and no chill Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Launch-father, wealthy and not the poor that has got not So I'm bringing the heat and I'm walking on agua Cause if I'm a pity pusher that be like blah-blah And never listen to see if you habanero So I'm stuck in the booth and I'm Colin Ferrel I'm sweating with every second destined like I'm an arrow Aiming right at your chest if you ever want my dinero Get out! Nobody touching the Tecca Nina If you feeling you can do better, then you a dreamer I'm gonna live and give critics the middle finger Bringing hella disaster, ain't nobody no femur Welcome to my planet, we damage and we can chop Killers with the advantage, we manage to be the top Competitors ain't no better cause we the head of the flock We made the Planet Rock, now I'm gonna make your credit drop And it stops Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and I'm still I got no brakes and no chill Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero