Rick Flair

Daddy, when they see thirteen black Lincoln cars armored by Teadoro
You all know the king is on the island
Real until death, heard, bastard? Brr

Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian, brr

Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up

Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up

What the hell, turned three prisons into mansions
And three years into millions and commissioners into Christian Dior
And I haven't done the Coliseum
But it's twelve thousand sold-out every time I go to a game of the Captains and see

I have the R Sport and the street is my sport
And coke isn't like me and doesn't have style
They go up in price when I send it up north
The prosecutor can suck my dick in court

Killing people for pounds, you're disgusting
This isn't Mexico, but we'll shoot you
And I named the AK Robin Draco
Sometimes I give it to him when he's horny

Riding the UConn, the forty with real breasts without silicone
If your dad was a rat, bastard, you're a mouse
And the feds have me under investigation
And if you knock on my door, I'll throw myself off the balcony

Indictment of what the hell?, slow are the jobs
Two brothers in heaven, the rest are down in hell
And every night I sleep with the rifle
A million on the chain and on my neck I have a winter

I located you and I'm waiting for you on the marginal
There are four cars to kill you in front of the court
There won't be peace, we'll shoot up your funeral (amen)
I swear you won't rest in peace

Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian

Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up

Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up

Come and twelve, bastard, and dinner is from Canada
The shootout was recorded on the cameras
We put them to sleep with the first burst
Then my sons put the sheets on them

The short Glocks and the black Prada glasses
The armored Rubicon resists even grenades
Idol blood when I mark myself
I live what you're seeing on Netflix Narcos

I can't give you the light, you cooperate with the feds
I can't give you the light, you cooperate with the feds (just tell me, Rochy)
The tits in the R are like Quico's cheeks
And Wilt Chamberlain in the NBA to give you a hundred and something

Catch the bastard that my buddy killed me
And before killing him, the black man prayed for him (amen)
May God keep you and keep you in hell (brr)
And bury me with a Carbon because we'll see each other again

Rick Flair for these whores
Talking to the snakes in the jellyfish
We pack the kilos and send them to the USA
The Glocks are from Germany and all the AKs are Russian

Don't front, your woman is crazy that I whipped her
I whipped the tank
Don't front, and if you get caught with the three letters, don't snitch
Or I'll make them set you up

Real until death, heard, bastard?
The Illuminati
What?
Brr
Mvsis, De La Crux
Tell me, Nely, El Arma Secreta
Brr
Just tell me, EQ