Mexico

I don't get tired [Hook] I’m either cooking dope or selling dope Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know I dress up like a woman and then let it go Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico [Verse 1] Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge, had it wild coming up Didn't happen over night, took a while coming up So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light All because I ain't want make my pockets look like bunny ears Killed a nigga, broke and ran, piss running down my leg Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connie house Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out Sip ya tea pussy don't know what you talkin bout Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut Bought cars for my team now we all up Get out of line with my team and we all bust Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, Simon Miller pants, hanging off my ass 9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance [Hook] [Verse 2] Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan South 14 let the house gettin off Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nigga Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam Tell the Coroner if it wasn’t for they pussy ass boy from the start being loyal but they wasn’t fam Cocaine when it's good it be jumping back I'm getting 2 whole things tryna run a land When its all out war, I don't understand Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand Dump a rack, get em snatched like a fucking man Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants Wishing I could turn back set of different hands Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans [Hook] [Verse 2] I ain't running up a shift yard 30 shots out the tec before it jam Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car Shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork What they doing? Satin screaming "Kevin where you going?" You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you Want you to get that pussy raw and don't have no abortion Diggin in your pocket, court appointed, child support you Spend all your money then go broke, you know I support you Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don't know you Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain't got it on em Cars pulling up, supplying em while on the corner Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you, fire, make them take a long nap Aye, you graduated to your own trap? Open fire nigga try, you take a long nap [Hook]