Whoever's scared of dying, let him not be born, that's why I'm a thug
Hey, tell him 'old dog, I came out badass for the b*tches'
Don't ask what's in my glass or what the big gun's for
I'll just say that the graveyard filled up with tripping kids
Security rings to take the hotties for a spin, that's necessary
The Fifty Mils is always packed with naughty girls
Doing bumps with the babes, normal, war mode
With the devil's trumpets the Moscow mule hits me harder
Holy mother, how many times did she light candles for me?
But we keep handing out the powder
And I know that when I die, God will judge me
But at my funeral, several will go to hell with me
Some Jordan 4s so they see it's not for nothing I carry the squad
If they get out of line, the big gun sets them straight
And in the Can-Ams with the devils with a suicide diploma
With balls, let it show I'm messed up, that's the sh*t
My specialty, the buchifresas, I've already worked on several
The bags of coke give me that f*cking power
I'm gonna take him out in a gunfight, counselor, I slung the goat horn
I didn't wanna be a lawyer, but I already graduated a mafioso
Holy mother, how many times did she light candles for me?
But we keep handing out the powder
And I know that when I die, God will judge me
But at my funeral, several will go to hell with me