PLOMO (feat. Rich The Kid)

In the name of the Father, the Son, and my holy faith, amen

Lead, you hear the bullets when the uproar starts
How do they get them? The police say: How?
Lead-lead-lead-lead

In my neighborhood they say lead
When they want trouble, they get it and the whole gang
How do they get them? My boss told me: How?
Lead-lead-lead-lead

Tequila, Buchanan's, money, women, and fame
With my joint and my beer, I know the street more than my palm
Don't tell me you kill and move because that's not true
I'm a son of a b
tch, we're crazy, really messed up in the head

I break it and then celebrate, haha
From the people who are connected and control the street
Idiot, I'm a member
I'm wasted, I'm wasted, with my pants really, really low
Wasted, wasted, I go to the side with my eyes wasted

Inhale, exhale, here in La Santa the bullets ring out
Since I was a kid I've lived the bad life
Nobody gave me anything, crazy, tell me who gives away
In the name of the Father, my mom told me since I was a child

That when I go out on the street I should always cross myself because there are enemies
This is not a lie, better not mess with us
We're not playing, crazy
Here it's all Santa, all psycho, to hell

In my neighborhood they say: Lead
When they want trouble, they get it and the whole gang
How do they get them? My boss told me: How?

Lead-lead-lead-lead
Lead, you hear the bullets when the uproar starts
How do they get them? The police say: How? (Yeah, yeah)
Lead-lead-lead-lead (yeah, yeah)

Can't sleep when my block full of gunshots
Drop a dime on his head, hit him in the top
Niggas mad, I done went and grabbed the top spot
Ain't no haircut, he gon' get his top chopped
Ridin' 'round town with a Draco, no Soulja

None of my guns, they don't fit in a holster
Leave him missin', put that boy on a poster
Try to catch a body, nigga, I might coach ya
Pull up with a 22, I might roast ya
If the head ain't fire, nigga, I might ghost her
Lead, put a beam on his head like a GoPro

In my neighborhood they say lead
When they want trouble, they get it and the whole gang
How do they get them? My boss told me: How?
Lead-lead-lead-lead
Lead, you hear the bullets when the uproar starts
How do they get them? The police say: How?
Lead-lead-lead-lead