Hijo de Su Madre - Omar Apollo

You a ho when it comes to real life

Hot tub, what that coffee feel like?

Nice rug I ain’t talking real pipe

Cyclops on the twelve, come near, I

I dress up when I hang with rich kids

I guess I’m hanging with rich kids, hey

I just thought of some new shit, yeah

And we still watching bootleg

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?

You ain’t ever seen a brown boy like this

I shoulda seen your lips through your eyelids

I shoulda bought some gas for the mileage

Now my whip hella stuck with no pilot

Indiana kinda hot for my biceps

I ain’t really got no biceps

Why you always concerned who I kiss?

Yeah, I just wanna call for a ride in

My baby’s calling me

I’m picking up like, «Hey babe»

Asking where I’m at

I just say, «OK»

My baby’s calling me

I’m picking up like, «Hey babe»

Asking where I’m at

I just say, «OK»

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?

Fuck what you do to my head

You should step out before you find something bad

You should call the cops when you give me a lift

You should call the cops when you give me a lift

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?

Say you wanna make a scene?

Oh you wanna rock the beat?