Testo Bianca

Hola
Hola
Que pasa
Como estas
Yeah

White lines, blue hundred dollar bills
My young boy a wizard shooting for that big bag like he Bradley Beal Pull up in that Rolls-Royce that shit was white until
My nigga got 10 bricks, 33 a piece he told me "That's a steal"
Pull up on your bitch playing Half-A-Mil
Touched my first million dollars, shit gave me the chills
Used to slide through other hoods looking for a kill
Now I got a villa full of bitches and they sniffing white lines and popping pills
They wonder how the fuck I'm still winnin'
I got shot in my head and in my neck and I'm still grinnin'
Brodie on parole and he still spinnin'
Got two Jesus pieces on his neck and he still sinnin'

Tell me where I go from here
Tell me where the fuck I go from here
Where I go from here
Tell me where the fuck I go from here Where I go from here
Where do I go
Where do I go