Lyrics
They call me el diablo
Pain bleeds like a motto
Three LA desperados
Chamber spins like a bottle
Got a Glock Aimed to Zing ya with a Red Dot
Finger with gucci ring
Jingle of my chain be the melody to lead you to an empty grave
Trail of dead is what I leave
COA threeOD came to clear the way
Blanxx sweet til' he sour
Keg blowin' like the powder
Scream louder
Revel on my level
God's dead when you dancin' with the devil
Steady burnin' bridges that I don't know
I don't give a fuck though
Call it what it is
Bitch I'm mutha' fuckin' stone cold
You really ain't about it
Always runnin' like you won't fold
West of the Miss gunnin' for the whole world
We the topic of discussion
Check the mutha' fuckin' leaderboard
It's not up for discussion
We the realest and you're heated huh
Prolly not enough you wish we ended
Now you're scheming huh
Three's up everywhere
Caution to the wind
We keyed in bruh
Bunny mask maniac
Man with the Darko vibes
Drillin' in ya brain eightmm
Homegrown with the tone
Hot to the touch
Hellifornia fuckin' up ya dome
Three Zero D
White Devil, Red and G, Ya
Slummin' in Anacrime man
Who given a fuck if I die?
Show of hands
Too many bitches
Ridin' on my jock
Can't even understand a word ya sayin
Slurrin through ya teeth
Better Say it with ya chest
Imagine we got beef