Estoy en una mexicana radio
Estoy en una mexicana radio
Via con dias from the Villa of the Trillest
4 0 9 South Texas house of Motherf*ckin Killas
From Tex to Cali we got cartel connections
Bribing politicians and fixing elections
Eliminating witnesses and intimidating juries
Santa Muerta hell hath no fury
I don't practice Santeria but my heina she's a bruja
Hit me with that hoodoo when she caught me with my ruca
Chupa mi verga mamacita
Like an ice cold margarita
Tu voley madre wey this is por la Raza
As for you Frank you're what we call a hassa
Money power and respect is my reason to grind
Two thousand 24 is my year to shine
I took her to the O, Fruit City, Orange Texas
I say you gotta go after sex no breakfast
I don't love em I just f*ck em on the spot
Catch and release unless she's an cop
Put her on the payroll so I never catch a case
If she sees me in public she won't recognize my face
Excuse me but I'm busy watching scary movies
Smokin doobies and getting slobbed up by groupies
I can't love a hoe and I don't give a f*ck about you
Bitch ya pussy look like the temple of doom
Say fool your wifey looking nice
Can I borrow her for the night
She gave it up faster than a rapper on the gram
Beat the pussy up the best way that I can
That night I slept soundly in my king size bed
With dreams of big booties shaking all in my head
Come on girl let's ride tonight
I'm a get you so f*ckin high tonight
We'll ride around town with our guns to the sky
Don't ask why we never say die
I need a gangsta bitch to work the stick
Flip the switch and a bitch getting hit
Like kandy paint drippin from the belly of an opp
Mud in my cup middle finger to the cops
Shit don't stop like a rollie pollie
Swiss Cheese an opp like holey moley
Burn down the roof and throw up the deuce
Mickey and Mallory are on the loose
No rest for the wicked no justice for the pious
No love for a thug no time for racial bias
You say that you're woke but you're stuck in the matrix
By the way don't forget to tip your waitress
I wakes up n da morning and smoke a fat blunt
I take a big shit then I wash my funky nuts
I take my psych meds with a bowl of fruit loops
Slide on some J's though I ain't shooting hoops
I poured up a fo in a Barqs vanilla creme
This is for my homies in that gangsta lean
Hop in my hoopty and turn up the radio
But not too loud because the speakers are blown
Swang in my jalopy just a cruising down the ave
Throwing up the deuce out the roof of the slab
Saw this little ratchet that I know from the hood
She hopped in the whip and sucked me up real good
Drop her off at the bus stop at the end of the block
Head to the club around 10 o'clock
Brought a pregnant bitch home and gave her some blow
Bitch you ain't know? this ain't nothing but an intro