Letras
La muerte me sigue no importa donde yo me mudo
Por eso ando con mi cruz y con mi ruger
Ain't a killer but don't push o mejor dicho no me empujes
Que si cruza la raya fácil te mando a las nubes
No soy un killer but I push that button quickly
Si es por lo mío te mando a donde quisieron mandar a 50
Pipe down, nigga, must be off that Whitney
El que me quiera mandar p'abajo, you comin' with me
I see demons, they tellin' me to do it
They talkin' to me, I swear I'm boutta lose it
Bitches stay choosin, money stay movin' streets stay hot, but my wrist stay cooling
En una nave ando volando soy extra terrestre
Mami manda la ubicación que quiero cogerte
Feel like we in the rage room mami quiero romperte
Y al jevo tuyo que no se atreva a entrometerse
We sippin' purple rain
I'm from the trenches, made it out, but all I know is pain
And I don't play with niggas' lives, but boy I know the game
You said you shoot, I'm trained to kill my boy, we ain't the same
No soy un killer but I push that button quickly
Si es por lo mío te mando a donde quisieron mandar a 50
Pipe down, nigga, must be off that whitney
El que me quiera mandar p'abajo, you comin' with me
I see demons, they tellin' me to do it
They talkin' to me, I swear I'm boutta lose it
Bitches stay choosin, money stay movin' ttreets stay hot, but my wrist stay cooling
Remember they wasn't fucking with me yea they on my dick now
Teacher used to call me dumb as hell, they like, he rich now?
I ain't even rich, I just got money for my bitch and I be ridin' with my blick, the type to send a nigga straight down
I ain't tryin' politics to break bread
I'm just tryin' to make bread, so it's fuck what they said
Too many niggas out here tryna to taste lead
Fake gangsta remember, nigga, ain't no fake dead
No soy un killer but I push that button quickly
Si es por lo mío te mando a donde quisieron mandar a 50
Pipe down, nigga, must be off that whitney
El que me quiera mandar p'abajo, you comin' with me
I see demons, they tellin' me to do it
They talkin' to me, I swear I'm boutta lose it
Bitches stay choosin, money stay movin' streets stay hot, but my wrist stay cooling
Siq
Don't you like your angel bad like the diabla
Oh my God, think you was sent to me by Allah
Olive oil, you slippery, baby, I'll be your papa
When we pop out, you leave bitches lookin' eyes wide
All I see is jaw drops and mouths wide
Yeah, it's lil pop, but you know me as lil si
Baby, swoothe me, swoothe me, till you on top, tryna beat your coochie
Baby, nonstop, giving moochies, smoochies
Major besos, we gettin' paper pesos
We just fuckin' lay low, bajo but up the only way that I go, mota
Smokin' pressure, got her eyes on me boca
Got you screamin' while I dale, got you comin, comin
But I ain't keepin' ties, give it to her
I give these niggas bruises and neck contusions
When I'm done, they gon' have to take his neck and tube him
Para que pueda comer his food and
They gotta turn all this food into smoothies
From the trenches, where we got Macs and Uzi's
I keep a drake and I still rock with the same, no new friends
Me and me amore in the biddy and we packin' the toolie
I got a new jewelry, freeze, you know I keep a neck cooler
Hacer calor, it's hot in here, take off your clothes
Ass look like tres leches, we just smokin' these boats
Tires of hearing the bed frame, so we went to the floor
But we still makin' noise, the neighbors know my name
I'm breakin' these doors, kickin' them in
The ombre, she know I'm the man
Do it all for the fam, I carry a round the plan
Long live wick, long live maji
Goin' through the pain, I ain't never had nobody
My bitch ain't listenin, shit got me stressin
I done made a change in my life, I'm progressin
Started gettin' blessings, my friends that I thought was friends started bein' distant
Walkin' through the grass, you could see the snakes hissing
Had to fall back and just focus on my chicken
Had to fall back in it
Cause I was stuck in the dark hardcore, no salida
Had to battle demons no peace, just la vida
She said te amo I don't know how to feel
Fell in love with the streets I ain't know if it was real
Lost bro to the game made a vow, no aggresso
I was duckin' shots I ain't talkin' bout espresso
Ride with the glizzy Keep my baby by my side, she my angel in disguise
Me and more, she my God
How I know if you gon' ride man, this shit be gettin' wicked
It's a dark fantasy baby can't get it twisted
Tryna show you love Why the fuck you bein' distant
She ain't tak a shroom, why the fuck she keep trippin
I know these demons keep on tellin' me to shoot em
I know these bitches, they be trippin, goin' stupid
Tryna stay focused, dealin' with the bullshit
Niggas see emotion and try to backdoor shit
They ain't try to backdoor shit
Niggas see emotion, then they try to backdoor shit
Run up on me puta Ima blow it
Glizzy on me bitch I really