Fulete

Uh
Tell me, KillKid
Vatos Gang, uh

I put God first
With Him by my side, nothing happens
His cloak always covers me from evil
And blessings rain down on me from the sky
I'm not Christ, I don't walk on water
But I have a gift for singing, yeah

I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
With the wolf pack 24/7, singing and moving packages
And the babes like my style
The Glock 17 is not just for show
Leave the calm alone and don't challenge me, uh
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
No one tells me what to do with my life
I'll live until God decides, yeah
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
And all the babes like the style
Singing and moving packages, I'm the boss

When I die, put a marijuana cross at my wake
And shoot in the air while listening to all my songs
I don't want anyone crying, I'm from the hood, there's always a funeral here
Friends turn into enemies, Tupac and Notorious kill each other
I'm like a boss always in the cave
I talk and can make bullets rain
Don't tempt the boatman who takes you
From bottom to top, it snows here
Put the kilos and I make them move
Don't leave me alone with your girl
Or else the devil takes her
Then she falls in love and leaves you

Blessings to those behind bars
The street is a jungle, you're either a wolf or a sheep
Lies are known whether they're old
No-no, no-no, no

I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
With the wolf pack 24/7, singing and moving packages
And the babes like my style
The Glock 17 is not just for show
Leave the calm alone and don't challenge me, uh
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
No one tells me what to do with my life
I'll live until God decides, yeah
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
And all the babes like the style
Singing and moving packages, I'm the boss

Moving packages like a boss
Let's stain their rags with blood
You act tough and are protected by the cops
I'm in the real movie, you're scared like Scooby
I lit the haze and left the cloud, hit it out of the park like Altuve
A big booty girl gets on top and goes crazy, she even reaches orgasm on her own
They say I'm the voice of the hoods because I portray the ugliest in my lyrics
These bastards want to measure up to Newton but have the brain of a donkey
I have the swagger ready for witches and no psalms protect you from me
Not the saints or the gods, it's time for you to rest
The one who lights it up and coughs has arrived, you know me, I'm the one who sews
These guys don't sound anywhere, no one recognizes their voices
A blonde in my bed who looks American, Rosé, percocet, and 012

I don't mess with my buddies' girlfriends
Zero chemicals, I smoke marijuana
I love having women in my bed
Good girls with bad intentions
If the piece is pulled out, it's to use it
Quiet, there are cops in the room

I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
With the wolf pack 24/7, singing and moving packages
And the babes like my style
The Glock 17 is not just for show
Leave the calm alone and don't challenge me, uh
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
No one tells me what to do with my life
I'll live until God decides, yeah
I got my swagger, I'm looking for my steak
And all the babes like the style
Singing and moving packages, I'm the boss

I didn't sell out, I didn't sell out
I didn't sell out, I didn't sell my soul to the devil
To hell, you know what I'm talking about
Tell me, KillKid
Vatos Gang
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm paying like that 47
I'm paying because I got the swagger
But I'm looking for my steak