Tres, Uno

Ahi ahi ahi she followed that with ariba
Say adios to your amigos, mis pirros got the clean up
Gotta son with my name, need my respect as a senior
If you want then it's yours, it's yo beef gotta bring it
This line a fire was a pit strictly for devils and the demons
The Influence but some might say I'm The Evil
His leg did a weird twitch after the shots he not breathing
I ain't paid in full I'm like ace from the cleaners
I ain't have it all, I need my cut if it's a bag involved
Got a bag and all, push onna check I ain't backing off
Baby throw that mouth I'm too grown for you to Jack me off
Ain't no off-season grind mind, I'm trynna stack it tall
Everybody in the field til it's time for shit to shake
You know about the hisses but ain't never seen the snakes
You gone know about the grass when the mag hit your face
No Tay-k my dog quick on his feet call him The Race

No puedes tocarnos
Es nuestro mundo
Tres Uno



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Writer(s): Rafa Finch
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