El Chicken Little

From three to four radios
I saw him looking real sharp
Of course, all dressed up
No school, I don’t back down
One for the job
And loyal to the big bosses

With shades on, he had a little chick
Anyone who sees him knows it’s Chicken Little
I drive long, got my own style
They gave me power, the slackers roll with me

Tacoma with a supercharger
I zoom by the boardwalk
With all my gear
If they ask for a stop
I’ll gladly show up, that’s what I’m here for

And it’s Grupo 360
Just so you know
Let’s go

We’re feeling fierce
I’m in charge up front
No fear, we push through
RPGs taking down
Minimi tearing it up
Guns that we roll with

Shoutout to my crew, no softies
I roll with 27 and 25
And the one who never leaves my side
Is Piyi, always alert, no slacking

In green camo
Strawberry, looking sharp
In sneakers or a suit
I’m ready for the fight
Government, some thug
Maybe a rival

In the holsters, loaded cartridges
I got chips, a tostón, and some eggs
I’m more than grateful to my buddy
Not to mention the two young guns

A little smoke 'cause I’m stressed out
I rarely find myself drinking
Just hanging out or working
With the nine, hammer rented
Well saddled, terrorizing and rolling out