Soy 18 With A Bullet

You know what, mayne?

I'm gonna say something, mayne, that I been dying to sing, mayne, for a long time

Orale ese, let's load the shotgun up

To show them all that S. F.L.Y. don't give a fuck

Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down

So throw on the Frisco

Through the brown side of town

Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm

With my homies, and all of them are packin'

If you got pleto, yo te voy, we'll be attackin'

Maybe you didn't know, so

You think I'd give you a chance, at last, fuck no

Throw on the Sly, slick and wicked

And turn up the oldies a little higher

Drive a little slower like my O.G. lowrider

See, I'm insane, so bola with no shame

I settle the score with pain

Just look at the chavalas I kill

Look at the cemetaries I filled

And, I, still, will, get ill, until

You heard the message, you already should have knew it

Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet

Chorus: Ese Rich Rock

Got my finger on the trigger

I'm gonna pull it (Watch out...)" --] Pete Wingfield

Nosotros rifamos marijuanos

You think you a loco, no, not even almost

Bring all your socas, down to my rifa

I'll be the one with your bitch down at Tequila

And when I see ya, ass, I'm gonna blast

FUKA, it fast, it's remember in the past

With my sawed off, shotgun, know the job's not done

Til I point the cuete and watch

Cause when I'm fucked up

Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits

Simon, just another motherfucker on my shitlist

How many's this, mayne

All I can say is, "Don't fuck around, holmes"

Down to be brown to the

And it's that Chicano

(?) with the starts to set up apart

Diez y ocho with a bullet

Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I do it

To get rid of all these sissy ass vatos

And let 'em know you don't fuck with the loc's