Fuego
Lethal weapon
Kg on the beat it's impressive
808 hitting like tecken
We're living this shit you get it
We be the infamous young musicians
We drop a tape, it's like armageddon
All for the love so don't forget it
We make hits in apartment settings
Your in a studio hoe
Sleep on young cholo you better be woke
Sleeping on kg you sniffing the coke
Bodying shit like there ain't no tomorrow
Cooking these hits how I deal with my sorrow
Feel like balboa
You call me Rocco
Music the key to your soul like piano
Therapy yeah
Without my music just bury me yeah
Therapy yeah
Without my music just bury me yeah
Before I just blow up like nuke
Kg and cholo we hot like a soup
We never miss
You ain't got no jukes
I make em sick like ew puke
Silk city muscle
Keep it together I'm just like buckle
We making plays we don't need no huddle
We want the hundreds and fifty's in bundles
With a shawty with tits I can juggle
With some WAP WAP. Puddle
And I make sure she's a hustler
Cause all of these hoes have shovels
No snow
Doing pushups get yoked
No dan cook no jokes
Only Daddy Yankee I smoke
When I got a show then I'm calling up Nino
Chasing a bad I don't eat no Doritos
I'm on a island, you call me Leo
You fuck me over, I'm calling my primo
Lethal weapon
Kg on the beat it's impressive
808 hitting like tecken
We're living this shit you get it
We be the infamous young musicians
We drop a tape, it's like armageddon
All for the love so don't forget it
We make hits in apartment settings
Kg on the beat it's impressive
808 hitting like tecken
We're living this shit you get it
We be the infamous young musicians
We drop a tape, it's like armageddon
All for the love so don't forget it
We make hits in apartment settings
Your in a studio hoe
Sleep on young cholo you better be woke
Sleeping on kg you sniffing the coke
Bodying shit like there ain't no tomorrow
Cooking these hits how I deal with my sorrow
Feel like balboa
You call me Rocco
Music the key to your soul like piano
Therapy yeah
Without my music just bury me yeah
Therapy yeah
Without my music just bury me yeah
Before I just blow up like nuke
Kg and cholo we hot like a soup
We never miss
You ain't got no jukes
I make em sick like ew puke
Silk city muscle
Keep it together I'm just like buckle
We making plays we don't need no huddle
We want the hundreds and fifty's in bundles
With a shawty with tits I can juggle
With some WAP WAP. Puddle
And I make sure she's a hustler
Cause all of these hoes have shovels
No snow
Doing pushups get yoked
No dan cook no jokes
Only Daddy Yankee I smoke
When I got a show then I'm calling up Nino
Chasing a bad I don't eat no Doritos
I'm on a island, you call me Leo
You fuck me over, I'm calling my primo
Lethal weapon
Kg on the beat it's impressive
808 hitting like tecken
We're living this shit you get it
We be the infamous young musicians
We drop a tape, it's like armageddon
All for the love so don't forget it
We make hits in apartment settings
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher La Rosa
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