Fuck Los Chicos
Fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
Yeah she said, "where you at" I said, "look for the graffiti"
If you been sittin' quiet then you better look pretty
Hop in the fuckin' crowd, give the DJ heebie jeebies
Oh please, get it loose for a bit, bitch completely
Dims on the speaker
I got gin to get deeper
I got senses who a keeper
By a glance, I'd need a breather
You gon' make some trouble with a face like that uh
You could make it rumble with a pace like that uh
I got my brothers in this buildin' could you be cautious
I'm makin' network in this bitch, like I'm Peter Parker
I got my bands movin' in the process
I got my hands dirty I ain't fuckin' wash it
'Cause they could tell me what the fuck would make a better man
But fuck it Imma settle in, that's my settlement
Never heard me as an option fuck a "rather than"
We gon' turn it up, turn it up, turn this shit again
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle (okay)
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
(Oh my fucking God)
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos" (what)
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
Tuh, tats on the ribs
Got the tats on the wrist
When he acts, he don't miss
Speakin' facts, can't resist
Mic in his fist
D-O-L-L-A, homie check the guestlist
Grin on his face while he spittin' adlibs
On the edge of the booth, like he boutta backflip
If Zeeko on the mic, he done got that assist
They try to shut us down, uh "cease and desist," yup
Always got the wolfpack with him
Back up boy, you'd catch a fade to the rhythm
Pack up boy, he movin' in for the killin'
Stack up boy, we make it rain from the ceilin' uh (uh)
Boujee like Paris
It's backrooms, VIP, don't stress ma chérie
It's top shelf, it's icy, pour up the Perry
'Cause when the set is up
They gon' pull up to the club and say
"Fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
(Man, what the fuck is this bullshit)
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it-
I said "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers" (oh my God, haha)
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
You said "fuck Los Chicos" (I have way too many followers for this)
They said "fuck Los Chicos"
We said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos" (I wanna go home)
You said "fuck Los Chicos"
They said "fuck Los Chicos"
We said "fuck Los Chicos"
(Wah, Los Chicos tai sih)
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
Yeah she said, "where you at" I said, "look for the graffiti"
If you been sittin' quiet then you better look pretty
Hop in the fuckin' crowd, give the DJ heebie jeebies
Oh please, get it loose for a bit, bitch completely
Dims on the speaker
I got gin to get deeper
I got senses who a keeper
By a glance, I'd need a breather
You gon' make some trouble with a face like that uh
You could make it rumble with a pace like that uh
I got my brothers in this buildin' could you be cautious
I'm makin' network in this bitch, like I'm Peter Parker
I got my bands movin' in the process
I got my hands dirty I ain't fuckin' wash it
'Cause they could tell me what the fuck would make a better man
But fuck it Imma settle in, that's my settlement
Never heard me as an option fuck a "rather than"
We gon' turn it up, turn it up, turn this shit again
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said, "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle (okay)
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
(Oh my fucking God)
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos" (what)
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
Tuh, tats on the ribs
Got the tats on the wrist
When he acts, he don't miss
Speakin' facts, can't resist
Mic in his fist
D-O-L-L-A, homie check the guestlist
Grin on his face while he spittin' adlibs
On the edge of the booth, like he boutta backflip
If Zeeko on the mic, he done got that assist
They try to shut us down, uh "cease and desist," yup
Always got the wolfpack with him
Back up boy, you'd catch a fade to the rhythm
Pack up boy, he movin' in for the killin'
Stack up boy, we make it rain from the ceilin' uh (uh)
Boujee like Paris
It's backrooms, VIP, don't stress ma chérie
It's top shelf, it's icy, pour up the Perry
'Cause when the set is up
They gon' pull up to the club and say
"Fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers"
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
(Man, what the fuck is this bullshit)
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it-
I said "fuck Los Chicos, I hate 'em motherfuckers" (oh my God, haha)
They packin' out the spot, every venue while they chuckle
Always outta pocket, when they pop up there'd be trouble
Oh please shut 'em down right before they make it double
I said "fuck Los Chicos"
You said "fuck Los Chicos" (I have way too many followers for this)
They said "fuck Los Chicos"
We said "fuck Los Chicos"
I said "fuck Los Chicos" (I wanna go home)
You said "fuck Los Chicos"
They said "fuck Los Chicos"
We said "fuck Los Chicos"
(Wah, Los Chicos tai sih)
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Writer(s): Stef K., Tyrone Ezekiel
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