RIFLE BISEXUAL

Damn, Pablo
Woah (Taliban Rifle), yo, Kokos
Kief China (Kief China), [? 0:07] (Kokos)
Free Palestine, fuck occupation (Fuck occupation)
God bless La Vendicion (God bless La Vendicion)
Ro-Ro-Roydee
Kids thrown in the Mine
"Taliban Rifle" fuck you, fuck you
What you mean?
La-La-La Vendicion, papi

I got a Taliban rifle, a bitch who's a total idiot
You wanna mess with me, but you can't get close
This is real music, it comes from the heart
You sold your soul to the first buyer you found
That's why you sound weird
You've been taken off your own track, what happened?
Your bald manager has ghosted you
But you're gonna eat what I got hanging here
You're not reserved, you're just slow
First of all, fuck your brother
You just want views, so here’s this little track
I eat 'em up like termites eat wood
The Mafia of Love came back before my ex (Before my ex)
That's a real bar, not the crap you make
I don't feel like recording anymore
I’m leaving it half-finished, the best remix of the year

So you can learn how it’s done
We didn’t need you even to take off the beat
So you can learn, with style
I got a Taliban rifle that shoots to kill
(The-the Beef Boy, grrah)

I got a bisexual rifle that shoots in all directions (Ah)
I’m your cousin the idiot (Bitch, I’m super slow, uh, uh)
You gave a gun to Rojuu and the bastard offed himself (Plah, plah, plah)
You listened to your manager and got cut from the remix (Ha)
The banana clips go Brr-Berry (Brr)
I got a frozen neck like a Ben & Jerry's (Aw)
I give the remix a BBL (-L, -L, -L)
Bitch, I put VVS (VV—, wow)
I’m an architect, I’m a mason (Oh)
Your managers talk for you, that’s why there’s no response (Woah-woah, -response, -response)
I don’t care about your opinion
Your ass smells like industry, dude, you don’t have the blessing

Woah (La Vendicion)
You don’t run the streets, be careful or you’ll blow up
Red face like Donald Trump (Prrah, bow)
Don’t let anyone know, I thought you were real
Crazy minds for the act (l0rna)

I got a gay rifle and I shoot it left-handed
My rifle is so left it even voted for Sumar
The OG was hard, but the remix is trash, ah (Ah)
A total piece of shit (A total piece of shit)
React to this shit (React to this shit)
What a time to be alive (Oh, what a time to be alive)
A total piece of shit (It’s a total piece of shit)
Bitch, I don’t give a shit, with that bitch face
You didn’t live in war, you sold out for a bitch
Bitch, I don’t give a shit, your rifle doesn’t scare me
All the doors are closing on you
If you’re reserved, we’re superstars
I’m with the terrorists like in Harlem Shake (Harlem Shake)
I always roll with camels and none are Taliban
Mm, where is Icy Vedo? Tell me where the hell he is
Your buddy betrayed you, all for an industry plant (Fuck)

In my cup I got mud, huh
In my cup I got mud, huh
In my cup Maka with Sprite, huh
Don’t shine too much light, you don’t pay it
Save me Deluxe, those rappers talking like hoes
If you say you got a Taliban rifle, you’re ready to go to war
My cup is full of mud, worth as much as your boss’s net worth
(You’re a clout demon)
Better not talk too much, let the music talk (Oh-oh)
I got a Taliban rifle, a half-idiot ho
That makes you the same on the way back
I’m the real deal inside and outside the city
Dude, it’s a bottle of Maka what they pay you in advance (Woah-woah-woah)

I'm out the mix (Yeah)
White like Barbie (Yeah)
She drinks lean (Yeah)
Falls asleep on me (Yeah)
This is how it’s done (Yeah)
GLE (Yeah)
It’s Icy, bitch (Yeah)
Young Boy Win (Yeah)

I carry a piece (Pew-pew, pa, pa)
It has no recoil (Rrah, rrah)
I come in her mouth (Ah-ah-ah)
And then she gives me a kiss (Ah, what?)
Come and smoke my stash (This is a scam)
Cut your hand with the edge of my knife
Baby, I’m addicted to WhatsApp (Your coochie relaxes me)
Your main outfit is mine for being at home
I miss that memory, ho (Ho)
Those summer nights, ho
You took the poison out of me (Now I only keep a memory, rrah)
I carry a piece that always has no recoil (Bang)
If I come in her mouth, there’s a kiss (Oh, oh, oh)
You’re a clown, very McDonald's and I’m more Burger King (Ho)
In bed we got caught together (My God)
I love everyone, and everyone loves us
I’m growing the beard that Osama had (Eh)
With Mohamed from the Sierra, I’m cutting it like Benzema
And a kiss for my mom who’s watching me succeed (My God)
With a flow of a Taliban (My God, bang-bang, my God)
The backpack is full (My God, bang, bang, bang)
In your face bang-bang (My God, bang-bang, my God)
You left without sneakers (My God), plah

A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it for decoration
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing (Owe you nothing)
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one (A new one)
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink (Smoke and drink)
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it for decoration (Don’t carry it)
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing (Owe you nothing)
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one (A new one)
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink (Smoke and drink)
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it for decoration (Don’t carry it)
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing

My Kalashnikov leaves you soft (Soft)
I’m schizo, I talk in code (A schizo)
One more bad one can’t fit here (Haha)
I got the key and the lock (Yeah)
I leave those fools flying (Pff)
Look at those rats getting high, huh
You know, they’ve talked about me (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, you don’t know about me, you’ve talked (Snitch)
I got them tattooed for life (Forever)
Like my gang, for life (For life)
Life is like this, that’s how life is (C'est la vie, c'est comme ça)
But I never forget (No)
Here it says Christian Dior (Dior, Dior, Dior)
Where’s the pain? (The pain)
It’s in my heart (In my heart)
The song, Somadamantina, passion
For compassion, shut up the laughter