I got that A to the motherfucking K



Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds

Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds

Of the shells when they hit the ground

But you know they're right down

Can't take chances if you plan to fuck around

Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell

With no bail living life in Hell

So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked

But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot

I say it's nothing if you ask me

I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me

That only figures when you're living life crazy

They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me

Orale that's what I say

Orale puto that's what I say before I spray

All them fucking levas and I cap cap cap

And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap

And tell everybody what I just did

Lined up some levas and I just got rid

Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble

But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle

But right now the shells are stacking up

I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up

I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb

Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum

You vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuck

Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up



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I got my shells stacking up

(I got that A to the motherfucking K)

I got my shells stacking up

(I got that A to the motherfucking K)

I got my shells stacking up

(I got that A to the motherfucking K)

I got my shells stacking up

(I got that A to the motherfucking K)



Simon they got me on the leva

Don't give a shit, I'm listo

Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal

I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha

For any rivals or the jura

The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight

Something's gonna happen just like it always does right

We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us

So when they try to bust we bust on them busters

Now hiding out, just keeping trucha

Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya

You won't leave without bullet holes ese

So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette

Cuz you won't know where the fuck to shoot back

All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat

And if you roll through it's time for the payback

Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that

I'll roll your fucking hood without a care

See some levas over here so some levas over there

What the fuck are they gonna do to me

Cuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D

Soy chingon, fuck em all

See some levas standing then you see some levas fall

As I spray and make their day

Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get away

But I can't split until at least one dies

So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie

Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming

Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning

Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit

Because these vatos just want to be delt with

You fuck with me man, I don't give a fuck

Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up



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A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas

I don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavas

Simon, I bring down my locs

Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes

You see you're nothing but a lop

You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk

It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble

You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble

Simon, when you gobble my nutts

You get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punks

But uh, enough about you fools

I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool

And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess

Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best

And I'm stacking up the shells

Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells

But not in love, I'm on a killing spree

Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me

So remember this ese when I don't give a fuck

Keep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up



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