San La Muerte
(专辑: The Bridge & The Abyss - 2018)
Yeah My mic sound good? Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) One-two, one-two Yeah (Raise the
gates) Look. Yeah. (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Listen Yeah It's node sub-optimal, so watch it when the
Ruger spit Record the
homicide so I
can watch how many views it get Fuck the
world, fuck 'em all, I'm tired of this music shit The
goombah gon' move regardless of who producing it You dumb if you don't think that it's a
shot gon' fly I
will cross your fucking T's and I
will dot that eye I
will pop that nine, I
will tighten the
grip You a
sucka, you the
type to take advice from a
bitch He defied God so he had to get his name cursed Armed to the
teeth, carry metal like a
change purse Make a
list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first Every single line is by design to make your brain burst High like a
motherfucker, I
ain't hit the
ground yet Dumping till the
whole clip empty like a
sound check Twenty plus years, Ahki, I
ain't lost a
round yet Kemetic Orthodoxy where the
ritual was founded Nothing ever is enough, everybody getting touched Motherfuckers is running up on me The
drama don't stop, get your whole block shot All these shooters is running up on me I
got a
big street sweeper, I'm the
hood Grim Reaper Motherfuckers is dying around me My trigger finger stay itching, we cooking in the
kitchen I
ain't fucking with nobody but me So come hell or high water I'mma watch for the
drop I
make this graveyard crowded like a
popular spot Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell a
cop from a
ahk I'mma aim the
chopper either way and pop who I
pop Listen, he a
traitor so he left for the
hills Screaming high-pitched, crying like he Stephanie Mills Ain't no iller voice in this shit Die now or die later, that's the
choices you get It's moist and it's wet, living here is literally hell Bodies stacking when I
crack 'em like the
Liberty Bell This dummy broke, looking at the
bottom of the
pint I'm coming with the
heater like the
bottom of the
ninth That's Allah and that's my life, wanna see me it's nothing Just know that either way with me it's gonna be a
concussion Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up Put his body on ice and slap him like a
hockey puck Nothing ever is enough, everybody getting touched Motherfuckers is running up on me The
drama don't stop, get your whole block shot All these shooters is running up on me I
got a
big street sweeper, I'm the
hood Grim Reaper Motherfuckers is dying around me My trigger finger stay itching, we cooking in the
kitchen I
ain't fucking with nobody but me