Intro
Assassin the gang
Choppa hit em like a train
Bullets knock a nigga brain
Get hit take a fade slice a nigga with The blade bitch I'm Liu Kang I am Insane
Let Rico escape
Probably hit him for his chain
All that bullshit you talk is irrelevant
I'm selling that dope
You call medicine
If you do right youll live decadent With from trapping oz to nowhere to Live
Fuck with my woadie
Hell let it rip
My plug Amigo hit paco for
Seven Zips
Niggas hatin & its evident I can see it From afar still chasing dreams trying To better things
I just want a new start
Hit a nigga with a uzi make em Double dutch I ain't a Killa but don't Push me ill get you touched
Semi automatic hit em like a Uppercut no witness john cena when Im on the run
I put that work on a greyhound
When you get money you stay down Run in yo trap with aks out
Then stash the work in the safehouse Its just that
Same young nigga that kid
Old hoes turn to catfish
Dont conversate with the adversary
They just analyzing tactics
Donald trump wheres ya taxes
Triple double thats an average
In the jungle like pacman
But dont fuck around this aint Madden
Aye
Aye
I get that swank from my city
No illuminati i get busy
Dripset in my kidney
I dont serve lets you visit
Pass it to my woahdie
He gon flip it
We dont front the pack
Pay the ticket
He gon need forensics
Playin with my digits
Dividen
Seperate the opposition
Yet again
Cant see eye to eye
Tupac in my suit & tie
No left eye but we gettin high
Whatchu gon do
When the plug dry
He gon prolly rob a bank
Make the teller clean the safe
Hit the trap forde extras
Than skip state full tray
In the brook my lil dog
Keep that pedigree
You not top 5
Do not mess with me
Sellin 2-fa-25
Like at applebees
Started from basement
Vacant faculties
Create casualties
Burn em like Cali weed
4 NICK! got em speakin Japanese
Dont run up
Split ya cavity
Countin blessings
While these niggas Catchin zs
Not the shooter but ill hold the tec
Callin shots but i aint a ref
Pray for love loyalty respect
You would sell it all for check
I got real killers on deck
Posted in the cut aiming at ya neck
Bet rico with the shits
Catch a nigga lackin
Put em on the bench
Choppa hit em like a train
Bullets knock a nigga brain
Get hit take a fade slice a nigga with The blade bitch I'm Liu Kang I am Insane
Let Rico escape
Probably hit him for his chain
All that bullshit you talk is irrelevant
I'm selling that dope
You call medicine
If you do right youll live decadent With from trapping oz to nowhere to Live
Fuck with my woadie
Hell let it rip
My plug Amigo hit paco for
Seven Zips
Niggas hatin & its evident I can see it From afar still chasing dreams trying To better things
I just want a new start
Hit a nigga with a uzi make em Double dutch I ain't a Killa but don't Push me ill get you touched
Semi automatic hit em like a Uppercut no witness john cena when Im on the run
I put that work on a greyhound
When you get money you stay down Run in yo trap with aks out
Then stash the work in the safehouse Its just that
Same young nigga that kid
Old hoes turn to catfish
Dont conversate with the adversary
They just analyzing tactics
Donald trump wheres ya taxes
Triple double thats an average
In the jungle like pacman
But dont fuck around this aint Madden
Aye
Aye
I get that swank from my city
No illuminati i get busy
Dripset in my kidney
I dont serve lets you visit
Pass it to my woahdie
He gon flip it
We dont front the pack
Pay the ticket
He gon need forensics
Playin with my digits
Dividen
Seperate the opposition
Yet again
Cant see eye to eye
Tupac in my suit & tie
No left eye but we gettin high
Whatchu gon do
When the plug dry
He gon prolly rob a bank
Make the teller clean the safe
Hit the trap forde extras
Than skip state full tray
In the brook my lil dog
Keep that pedigree
You not top 5
Do not mess with me
Sellin 2-fa-25
Like at applebees
Started from basement
Vacant faculties
Create casualties
Burn em like Cali weed
4 NICK! got em speakin Japanese
Dont run up
Split ya cavity
Countin blessings
While these niggas Catchin zs
Not the shooter but ill hold the tec
Callin shots but i aint a ref
Pray for love loyalty respect
You would sell it all for check
I got real killers on deck
Posted in the cut aiming at ya neck
Bet rico with the shits
Catch a nigga lackin
Put em on the bench
Credits
Writer(s): Javier Garcia Garnica, Eduardo Garcia Garnica, Manuel Garcia Garnica
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