MYSTERYBOX lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
Ay
Ay, ayo
Yo

[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Don't get popped on some petty sh*t
Plenty licks, Henny, fifths
Need a hefty bag with a hunnid thou' in it, the 'fetti flip
.40 Cal lift 'em, low teddy knit (Aha)
Scuffles and tellin' in staircases (Aha), drop you like a care package (Bow-bow-bow)
Spare ratchets bark on the plaintiff (Yeah!)
Get your face split with the hull
For the fake sh*t I can't miss (Swoo)
My tetrameters, hammers with rubber grips, run in your sh*t (Yeah)
Random as sh*t, ransom's legit
Manicans that'll light you up like a candle wick (Brrt, brtt)
Smoke you like cancer sticks
Your heart palpitatin', we pile this cake (Dough)
Watch how much be 'bouta make (Yo)
Powder flake
Leave fiends with the sour face (Yeah)
f*cking shorty for a hour straight (Yeah, bojo, ay)

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Le pegue poesía
n*ggas show me to hold the block (Aha, blow)
Hobo Cop, take your face up off of your head like it's photoshop (Toma!)
Roadblocks, robocop, holdin' Glock (Yeah)
Superstar in hip hop, rock n roll-o-clock (I'm the flyest)
Blow the spot, see it 20/20, high binocular eye vision, I was different (Woo, yeah)
Livin' in the ghetto's influenced my ambition (I wanna get bread)
Shorty in the backseat tweakin', yo
Her thighs twitchin' (Oh!)
She wanna cuddle and talk, it's funny how this broad's listenin' (Come on, y'all)
Or whispering in the devil ear, they move mountains (Yo, hey)
Green and blue, countin' the coke, fondue fountains, new houses (Money!)
f*ck a business, we tryna move our ounces (Tryna get bread)
Baby girl, big titties in the jacuzzi bouncin' (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
I be in law, who the f*ck can represent me? (Nobody)
Chemistry, kill the Kennedy, kettle cook the empty
A man with the ketamine, got me a wild set of dream, clever schemes (Oh, yeah)
Get to the cream, high above the jetstream or red beam
Accurate aimin', idente the team (Toma)
Couple powder fed fiends, I was just seventeen, yo (Aha, yeah)
Tryna sell crack
Older Dominican lady see me in the street, try to run and tell that (Snitchin'!)
Answer the call and hand the product off to the tell bag (I take that)
Cali pack, the plug mail that
Skrrtin' off in a Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
Yeah
Bojo (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bojo
A la van beeche
Lograron de paloma, eh
La Paloma [?] cuello