Do or Die-Clika One

Do or Die - Clika One [BAD BOY] Trucha when I pull out my cuete F**k 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**k 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**k around and get burnt up Knuckle up with the big gun Get some get dumped in the back seat when I pack heat Mothaf**kers always seem to get jumped get pumped With a doce Twelve gauge f**k around and I kill'em all F**k'em all fill'em all cause I never fall Diablo when the mothaf**kin 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 kill'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**kin bastard 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**kin dill Just give me the bills to f**k up the deals To stick it and kill if he was a b**ch huh I'll jack you beat you and f**k you till you're down But chu got an ace I'm unloadin the clip And I constantly buck you so heres a f**k 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**k 'em Should I buck'em? F**k 'em Buck'em all the C the L the I-K The hay I'm smoking all day So hate me b**ch and jack me But chu b**ches 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**ch cause my b**ch is my cuete She's on my side she always gats my back The first one to trip cause my b**ch 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**king with my nueve don't chu know she's nothing nice Cause Mina's down got the downest b**ch n the world She's all I need beside my w**d and my 4-0 Trucha comming through your door with my mask on Give me your cash and all your f**kin stash homes Nina desmadre my ruca puts in jale A match made in Heaven Simon ese tu sabes