Lucha Bros
Give me my shit while I'm on the ground
I don't want no pie in the sky brr
Ayo, fuck nigga don't come outside
The new king of New York, nigga
Fuck nigga don't come outside ayo, ayo
Fuck nigga don't come outside
Ayo, grandma pleadin'
Please put the triple beam up (Ah)
TEC with the red beam hangin' out the Bimmer
(Brr, brr, brr, skrt)
Steam versus Flair, how dare you try to be us
"Please, West, I'ma bring her back
I need a teaser" (Ah)
Kicks look dirty out the box (Out the box)
Bitches like, "I heard he whip the rock"
(I heard he whip the rock)
Londa leg lookin' like a drop (Skrt)
Amiris with the bandana got a knot
(Got a knot)
Whipped a whole extra brick, was Kenny Omega
(Whip)
Megabus for 20, I be tryna dodge the letters
(Ah) please pray for me
I ain't tryna see a stretcher (Ah)
Please pray for me, all week I wore Stella
I swear to God
I got pulled over with the stupid load
(Stupid load)
They ain't check the trunk though
(Uh uh, they ain't check the trunk though)
I flip shit's like the Lucha Bros
(Lucha Bros) right out the front door
(Ah, right out the front door)
Mexican Rey Fénix with the Lucha Brothers is
The best tag team on the planet
Cero miedo puto, you know
Baby, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, the best in the last one, yeah, yeah
Fourth Rope
I wish it was a government plot and
Not a nigga from the same block
That walked down on my homie
And gave him them shots
It ain't safe on the set
Niggas ain't thorough
They see you as a threat 'cause
They don't believe in they self
A couple knots in my sweats
Swiss army knife Corvette
The top retract like that
The street lights in my diamonds react
Ignited the pack
I put a pen in the paper stack
Some of us still really rap
Some of us don't talk about it
Unless we really did that
Tell me what your man did on the them streets
Them hood tales ain't your own, boy
You was at home when the
Heist went down successfully
Nobody hit your phone and told you
To come get your cut
Boy, you's a duck, you was sittin' up
You ain't never set shit up
Ain't connect no dots to get
No paper picked up
Yet you expectin' to be big upped
And to be considered as a member when
Real ones is in the picture
My nigga, give that shit up
I skipped on that Benz truck
The Cullinan was sicker, Rey Mysterio
Smokin' a J on the top rope, east side hero
It's sweet but it's not though
Ultimo Dragon
Gold Daytons on the Chevy wagon (Skrt)
Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga, ah
This shit gettin' easier and easier to me
It's a shame at how
Desperate y'all niggas becomin'
Only willin' to help unless
Y'all benefit from it
We used to didn't have enough weed
To fill up the Dutches
Now I'm countin' digit's with hustlers
Havin' business discussions
We already bosses
Y'all cry over petty losses
Went to war with my foes
Black roses in every coffin
My plug made that white girl
Famous in every market
Like Simon turned a regular
Chick to Kelly Clarkson
Look, you gettin' game from them
It's gon' stagnate you
But with the shit you learn from me
It's gon' graduate you
This the shit I make her masturbate to
'Cause I'm too rich to fuck her
That's how cocky this cash'll make you
Hoes say these bags made me mad ungrateful
When you gettin' so much chicken that
None of these bitches fascinate you
You know it's real when everybody
In rap debate you since I lived it
I'm who street niggas gravitate to
Yeah, rap niggas shook
All your favorites duck me
Feds say it's talent, I just say you lucky
You gon' die if they say you touched me
Guy used to tuck in his iron
But lions'll never play with monkeys
Fuck what you sold, I still call it trash
I did it without a deal
And I still caught a bag
All my niggas went harder when
Them bills caught up fast
Now hustlers come to my shows
To get their scales autographed nigga