Where my Haitians at man?
Sak pase?
N’ap boule
Jahlilbeats...holla at me
Tell your shawty put the taso in the pot nigga
And I don’t want my pikliz too hot nigga (woo)
Go to Matante Charite cause she got niggas
And all the Haitians love to give me props nigga (sak pase)
See Luke, that’s my cousin, yo he got niggas (ah)
And Button Pusha keep me sounding hot nigga
See Milliman, he the one to watch nigga
Take your chick quick, now you feeling hot nigga
Running through these plates till I pass out
Ploge in the bal till I pass out
I swear to God she can have her ass out
But if she cannot cook get up out my matante house
I’ve been eating griot since the 5th grade
Really never made a difference where the shit’s made
Mommy told dodge the soumouns how to maintain
And the chicken and the vyann that’s the same thing
I be eating diri till I fall out
I gotta work but I’m about to call out
I got a thot, ‘bout to bring Paul out
Me and Kerb ’bout to go all out
Free Stevie though, let all of my dogs out
Mommy said there ain’t no sitting down up on the couch (nah)
That’s what got Bug locked up in the dog pound
Free banann though, hungry than a mug now (m’grangou)
We gonna pull up in them tap-taps, we cabs on em
Get my plate then go home like the Cavs on em (King James)
I send a bèl fanm to seal a deal on ‘em
Wrap it all up in foil then we peel on ‘em
Tell em niggas free Classic hoe
Anmwey free Bone yo
And tell them niggas I’m a G yo
I mean I just caught a baton ‘bout a week ago
Talking grimas then we tchuipe yo
Put me on a beat then it’s pike yo
Everybody catching zoklos yo
Niggas got me on my “oh-oh†yo
Oh oh yo, get em Jo
