Hispanic Lyrics - Singles - Lil Bibby

2 door with the roof it's panoramic 

Pull up on yo block these hoes like "Goddamnit" 

Dope boy fresh these niggas won't understand it 

Money the root of evil but nigga that is my language 

Nigga don't let me panic I'm toting my automatic 

I'm tooled up ain't no mechanic, anybody can have it 

Who wanna play with a nigga who got that cabbage? 

The flow so crack, the plug he speak spanish 

Cocaine crack the brick it gon vanish 

Pyrex boy I whip it on to a crackhead 

Dope boy fresh but all of my niggas savage 

And if you ain't know my plug is Hispanic 

My plug is Hispanic 

My plug is Hispanic 

I told you my money my language I know you can't understand it 

My plug is Hispanic 

My plug is Hispanic 

Nigga I make it vanish you wan't it well you can have it 

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I got a Mexican plug, he from overseas, he fuck with the keys 

He send 'em in 3's they front them to him, he front em to me 

I get the work gone, you know how that go, my shit for the low 

I stunt on the block, diss it and flip it and then I go back to the store 

I trap hard even on Sundays 

Bunch of young niggas bout gun play 

They say I only end up one way 

Like fuck it, shit, you gotta die one day 

I ball so hard I can't miss 

Posted on the block on the same shit 

I don't go in till the work gone 

So you might see me out with the same fit 

But you'll never see me out with the same bitch 

Red beam on the Glock so I can't miss 

I just gotta cock it back and then aim this 

Broke boy I don't speak yo language 

And my plug fuck with me cause he know I make it vanish 

And he speak Spanish my plug is Hispanic 

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I can be yo West Indian plug 

I'm also from overseas where niggas believe 

That they can just lay on the sand 

Not knowing they hustling crack on the beach 

That's why they losing they teeth 

Them niggas is hungry looking for beef 

Grew up in the streets, where everyday they be searching for something to eat 

You know how niggas get when they ribs touching 

Quick to go and hit the kill button 

Rob a bank or they just moving dope 

Even if it's just a lil something 

Regular job you been working but you can't quit cause them bills coming 

Few of my boys done been on the run since I was a youth and they still running 

But when you come down to St. Thomas you good 

Cause all of them [?] is my partner 

Kadafi and [?] yeah, that's that island boy cartel 

Lil Bibby and Rock City we run shit, you can't tell?