Valentino mixed this with love
Toughing up burque can get real rough
It's sad we breaking bad
So pure like Walter's batch uh
Loosen up grab blick then shoot him up
So sad stay in the past
So cruel to do a man uh (let's get 'er done buddy boy)
Who is me and who is you
You cry my name I might just shoot you
Fuck your cliq and fuck you too
I rep New Mex I might jus rob too
See my flow you cant best it
I body beats and then shred it
Annihilate, need a medic?
You know the warzone stay hectic
Not talking COD but the slums
But still attchments on guns
Where they go shoot for the fun
They point the gun for some funds
I mind my own business
I hope you mind to
I rhyme in the mean time
My mouth just might shoot
I'm talking my shit
So we pop and I dip
You drop and I live
And I walk away with your shit
Fuck bitch get up off me
Got some dirty economy
I declare what I wanna be
Ya I'm Beanz so bitch honor me
Valentino to all the freaks
In the sheets I feel fatherly
Fill with semen plan A to B
DNA what I'm made to be
I'm the Compa Cito Killer Prim Machine
If your starting to feen just hit up the prim
Fuck em hoes and fuck what you bring
All the the drama like ganja I'm wanting to sleep
Wanting to sleep why can't you let me be
Can't you see this shit ain't easy
Easy peezy lemons squeezy
before I grab the squeezy
Can you see me creeping up eating Fettuccine
Oh shit hear them creeping down my way
Well shit grab my blick and then I aim
Real shit pull the trigger let it spray
Hit shit now they laying in a grave
'Cause I was meant to go far
The way I'm writing this art
I always aim for the stars
I wanna Benz for a car
Right now im whipping a Camry
A push to start hybrid battery
Beat MC's call it battery
And your bitch always flattering
I'm battling shattering leave you fools scattering
Handling, chattering
Hunting and gathering
Gather green
Manufacturing fat Leños
Stackin pesos, spinning tracks spit fast like a tornado
Man fuck giving these hoes a rose
I fuck 'em though and bust a load
Bitch here is your clothes and there is the door
So up you go and hit my phone
To bitch some more that is rough so tough
Who gives a fuck
One, two, two twenty twos in my shoes
Three, four, boutta fish me some whores
Five, six, better rack up your sticks
Nine, ten, life is rough but we win