mexico

What you not gon’ do is talk while real niggas is talkin’, like shut the ****

No, like literally, be quiet

I don’t need to hear anything from you, hush, nigga

Silence, of the Lambs

Like Anthony Hopkins is here

You see that the wolf is talkin’, bitch

Don’t wanna hear a peep out of you

Not another word, nigga

Not another word

Or Mexico gon’ get real ****in’ ignorant in this mother****er

And what niggas really don’t want is for me to get ignorant

‘Cause when Mexico get ignorant, it get out of hand

I’m talking ’bout the point where my niggas can’t control me

That little, that little voice of reason in your brain

Connected to the frontal cortex

Yeah, nah, let that nigga click for me

You understand, like

Ignorant to where a nigga just drawing down in public

And not givin’ a **** about much of nothing

Y’all don’t want me to do that

White people, you for sure don’t want me to do that

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

No, no, no

Yeah-yeah (Ayy, yeah)