Letras
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
See a lame, I'ma hit em with the point blank
Shit gets hot in the block, on the hood gang
I like my white smelling similar to propane
They say I'm back, yeah I'm back to my old ways
It's been a minute since I had a little rerun
My pop says, tu hijo te necesita
No pasa nada, la dead ends lo que rifa
Ever since I'm youngin' I've been beggin' for the Eastside
It's R.I.P. if you catch me on the right day
I wanna see a motherfucker try me one day
Don't you speak upon my name upon the wrong way
Cause bullets fly like your soul when it's out, lame
They've been talking but you can never come close
This the hood, you just opened up the wrong door
I chose a path that lead me to the wrong road
They say I'm heartless, nah baby just my heart cold
When I see em, you know I'ma bang on em
Pull out the strap and fuckin' let it rain on em
When I see em, you know I'ma bang on em
Pull out the strap and fuckin' let it rain on em
When I see em, you know I'ma bang on em
Pull out the strap and fuckin' let it rain on em
When I see em, you know I'ma bang on em
Pull out the strap and fuckin' let it rain on em
You know I'ma bang on em, fuckin' let it rain on em
Got the little homie in the back, he got the thang on em
We catch a lame, then you know we takin' aim on em
Cause where I'm from is do or die, the reason's why I ride
Every day and every night we tryna take a life
That's on the block, bitch I'm always fuckin' down to the slide
You can't compete when them demons out to fuckin' creep
We carry heats, tryna put a rival six feet deep
Sorry jefita cause the streets they got a hold of me
Cause since a youngin' I was with the homies rollin' deep
Like every week, man I hardly ever got some sleep
You fools are weak, tryna talk about me you gone see
I let the cuete talk cause I don't really like to speak
I let the cuete talk cause I don't really like to speak