Lyrics:
bacon
Fuck (shh shh shh)
I'll take that trip and...
Ain't got no love for you zobas
Y'all barked up the wrong tree
Not once, did I see a status on yall
say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
kill
You in your sleep
Watch me until they stop me, bury
Murder me or drop me
I got thug love for my nationwide posse
Feel me!
A bitch like Sylk-E catch
I see it, I'm a simple man
Hey, I'm the kinda man wouldn't harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin' in my house
I've got a 12 gauge shotgun
a 12 gauge,
Cross the tracc I got the drac from the 3,
Sidewalk niggas tryna be up in these streets,
This the day yo pussy ass be deceased,
For playing
kinda sporty
Flying with ma bro Xeno it be like Rick and morty
I be goin up with a 12 gauge shotty
Big mac you can feel a nigga caught a body
Jumpin out
Ingredient, kick it CL
I know you wonder what kind of way is that to think:
Put all the wackest rappers on a boat and let it sink
Don't blink; next thing
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties
thing and without me you can't be great
Biggest of the biggest the riches of the riches
I done escaped death like El Chapo in prison
I'm in EL like that
and playin and cursin and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12
Sometimes I've forgotten who I am
The artist or the fan well I'm hot by popular demand
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey you may have felt like
We young Mula
I got that 12 Guage
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick in
lock, ain't a match, ain't
Twelve gauge, twelve, when I rap, when
You afraid?, you, might laugh, might
Wrong way, wrong, wrong path, wrong
Don't spray,
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
we go take us some lives 'fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me see gauges go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga
of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends with
It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent
Robin
the armory, we needed to steal beams
You ain't never been in the mud, I got eel leads
Unc blind, ain't never seen nothing, he likes to feel things
Come on, wrap
pumps and gauges
Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searchin' the city dump for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Spend time
Thinking about it when I
Got time
If you drinking about it
I can drop by
Cheer you up and change the plot line
Rearrange, put you
me in, give em the rope-a dope to Poconos
I'm supposed to blow, you say you got drip? Nigga my clothes is soaked
Pump your breaks I got my gauge
a cage with a little bit of rampage, disengage
Little page, overage, 12-gauge, shotty to the face, going blah-ba-ba
I'm the shit, that's a foul play,
bag if you want to get fucked up
Every diga little bitch made nigga
Start runnin when I'm playin with the trigga
An uzi a 12-gauge it really don't
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