It's done how I want or it's not done
The rifles stay camouflaged all the time
For whoever crosses the line
So that you know, I don't make peace
If you crossed the line, you're nailed
A bunch of bullets will come after you
Don't ask God anymore, you're already gone
It's been a while since I shopped at Ross
The weed here has to give its all
Don't talk to me loud, better lower your voice
If you got puffed up, we'll empty it all
And what, I'm going too fast? Come stop me
You got a rifle? Then pull it out
You got big balls? Then pull it
I don't believe in you or the one that birthed you
On good terms yes, on bad terms no
Here we do what I say
Nobody better than me has been born
Now the one that never believed does believe
And even if they talk about me, I won't tone it down
From Mexico, but we found shortcuts
I turned millionaire and we broke plenty
Not even begging heaven can they do what I seal
They don't make it here, I split them
Don't focus on my moves anymore
It's done how I want or it's not done
The rifles camouflaged all the time
For those that cross the line
So that you know, I don't make peace anymore
If you crossed the line, you're nailed
A bunch of bullets will come after you
Stop asking God, you're already gone, and no
Italian flag, but with a big eagle
Bull-sized balls like my fifty
Almost a thousand stones on the Vuitton
We fulfill dreams, we live on top
And they nickname me the Real Boss
Because I earned it with sweat
A gram's nothing, no sir
I ran into my buddy with baggy clothes who sells the best cheese
For being a f*cking loudmouth
That happens to him because the girl liked wearing the skirt
And that happens to the biggest loudmouth, you'd better stay quiet
If you see I'm moving forward, that I'm not falling behind
I wash my hands and follow my steps
I earn it, I don't look, I stay quiet
I avoid the bad, my diamonds shine
And I keep dancing, babe, I keep shining, babe
I stay on top and I don't fall
I alone take the hits just fine
Because it wasn't going to happen any other way
It's done how I want or it's not done
The rifles stay camouflaged all the time
For whoever crosses the line
So that you know, I don't make peace anymore
If you crossed the line, you're nailed
A bunch of bullets will come after you
Stop asking God, you left
The irons are real, not fake
The chains get through TSA
I taught myself to be a thug watching bosses
I come from the bottom, that's why
In Los Angeles, the bosses
I dream of having millions
Being able to kill the traitors
To send them to my bosses
I linked up with the bigheads
From top to bottom I always move it
Chains, watches and rings on my finger, if not I don't want it
Car, house and new ass, to feel how I want
And we don't put a but on anything
Car, house and new ass right there
It's done how I want or it's not done
The rifles stay camouflaged all the time
For whoever crosses the line
So that you know, I don't make peace anymore
If you crossed the line, you're nailed
Because a bunch of bullets will come after you
Stop asking God, you left
Give it another mood, babe, Junior H
Yeah, here we're Rancho Humilde
Tumbado is the vibe, homie
Let it run so that the fans tear it up