(BAD BOY)
Trucha when I pull out my cuete
f** around I'ma shootcha
Carrucha
Six guarda cuatro
Marijuana mucha
With a fusca
Down for the bang bang
You want putaso chingaso
I pull my nueve
Leave it on my pedaso
Soldado down wit the Clicka
Vato bien malvado
f** around and get dropped to the ground PAT! PAT!
And I'm safe and sano
With a palo
Agarra cromo
Little vatos down
Loked up with his eyes
55-0-1 and the big gun throwin it down
Ese Brown Whatchu think should I smoke 'em? Quemalo
Should I smoke 'em? Quemalo
Put the clip in the cuete close my eyes persinalo Truenalo
But the body never turned up
f** around and get burnt up
Knuckle up with the big gun
Get some get dumped in the back seat when I pack heat
Mothaf**ers always seem to get jumped get pumped
With a doce
Twelve gauge f** around and I k**'em all
f**'em all fill'em all cause I never fall
Diablo when the mothaf**in money calls
You want some pleito
You will you best to pull quick
I'm leavin them holes up in your chest with a full clip
(BAD BOY)
So let the gauge pain maintain k**'em all
And lookin for bodies to put in the casket
You missed it showed me you blast ed
Rippin the skin and unload from plastic
You f**in ba*tard
He roll like sane and taking a blow to the chin
So let me in
Just give me the cash or you takin a blast
Look at my mans don't mean a damn thing
I'm still releasing the steel
I'm speaking for real you f**in dill
Just give me the bills to f** up the deals
To stick it and k** if he was a b**h huh
I'll jack you beat you and f** you till you're down
But chu got an ace I'm unloadin the clip
And I constantly buck you so heres a f** you
From me Bad Boy the baddest one from the click
And putting it down for all my soldiers
I'm dippin the sticks and taking the hits uh
And catching a blow to the ball
My doggy dogs are jumpin the walls
Because we keep disobeying the laws
Ese Brown wachu think should I buck'em? f** 'em
Should I buck'em? f** 'em
Buck'em all the C the L the I-K
The hay I'm smoking all day
So hate me b**h and jack me
But chu b**hes just can's stop me
(ESE BROWN)
Now I was 17 years old when I got my first nine
Baby Black Smith-n-Wesson
Teaching fools a lesson
Give you the impression that I'm sick in my mente
Don't have a b**h cause my b**h is my cuete
She's on my side she always gats my back
The first one to trip cause my b**h is a terrorist
She never back talks making putos back off
Hit you like a rocket when she lets the bullets blast off
Countdown the last seconds of your life
f**ing with my nueve don't chu know she's nothing nice
Cause Mina's down got the downest b**h n the world
She's all I need beside my weed and my 4-0
Trucha comming through your door with my mask on
Give me your cash and all your f**in stash homes
Nina desmadre my ruca puts in jale
A match made in Heaven
Simon ese tu sabes