Los Menos 2.0

They want to kill us, if they want war we kill each other
(We don't kill, we don't kill)
We lost our fear when they killed Yerzy in vain
(We lost our fear when they killed Yerzy in vain)
(Louis producer)

I'm crazy about buying a kilo of grams, selling to the coca grower to get cash in hand
Without delay I'm fucking with my thing, and if they want to see me dead my comb is not empty
Jota, activate the combo, that's the idea
I don't want to see the old lady sad if a car farts
Through the oval beating without them seeing us

In a boat a good barreteo works
They are watching the three motorcycles, the three dizzy cars
I don't want to kill a pointer if it turns around
Don't put your foot in it, or you'll get the ugly one
We minors are Chucky to get off anywhere

At any time we enter your neighborhood
I'm going down with my grandson to turn him into a hitman
Brat outlaw, we go out daily
Light that bat, to score and hit your neighborhood

That fatso almost died because of his mouth
And I'm going to have four great pieces, two are mine, two are Jota's
The runner has arrived, so lace up your boots
We cover them in the central or colonial with Santa Rosa

You know how it is, little floro this is LMS
The place is small, you're going to die even if you pray
With the van, looking for devils, where are they?
The rod is Polish, if we go hunting

The skinny guy wanted to take us around
We were in nothing
Now there are seeds that cross doors
I have no enemies, they invent the problems

But there is no fear
They don't kill, they just try
Jota, take out my pipe
What makes them melt?

They drip like ice cream
On the floor and they are not trikas

The quikas are red
Put the blood that splashes

And Samir pulls him by the legs if he visits them
My grandson, the one who ordered the return
From hell and said: Kill them because I'll see them again right here
Positive ATM nine is operational

They won't open the boxes if the shots are in your face
They don't want me in the neighborhood and I'm leaving, for whom?
Push, push, being a drug dealer suits him well
Baby the coin connection
Bills arrive, problems arrive and we throw whoever it is at us

The backpacks being distributed
The R sends them
And there is grass and white grass
With a felon backing him up
Arena press L
Pulse the zone
In play and we stop everything
The bullets on the motorboat
Jey and Bless

He made contact with the chickens
Chicken, take out my bun
I'm getting stressed out from all this nonsense
Now they want to take us on
We are already in another one
My area is another note
Mine, your face explodes

You will become my prey, I will not forget that
I'm going to be your saint and we'll surprise you
Tie your kikas, this is just beginning
I've already set up the bike to get you involved with the piece

I'm crazy about buying a kilo of grams, selling to the coca grower to get cash in hand
Without delay I'm fucking with my thing, and if they want to see me dead my comb is not empty
(We will come into your neighborhood if you want)
(I'm going down with my grandson to become a hitman)
(Brat outlaw, we go out daily)
(Turn on that bat to score and hit your neighborhood)