What you not gon' do is talk while real niggas is talkin', like shut the fuck
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 fuckin' ignorant in this motherfucker

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 or 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 fuck 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)