King Lil G - Narco Corridos lyrics
[King Lil G - Narco Corridos lyrics]
Yeah, one time
Anybody wanna go to war with us
Every boss, get at me
Never been afraid of death
Tell Pac I'm coming soon
My music is the reflection
Of Makaveli's wounds
I'm a fucking king, put gold up in my tomb
Even though I made to Heaven
My rag is still blue
I'm dressed in white and I'm tatted, too
Visions of all my ex
Bitches loving my attitude
God won't forgive me for the way
That I acted a fool
I smash these other rappers
What did I have to prove?
My raps improved, hand guns, I had a few
I caught my enemy slippin' in lonely avenues
I'm sorry
But you bitch motherfuckers just had to go
Around the same time I sold
My first grams of coke
I'm from the ghetto, my dad was broke
The fridge was empty with spoiled milk
The ham was old i use to look up at the
Sky wishing we had the most
Gang banging had a long list of
Fools we had to smoke
Marijuana, cocaina, kilos
I'm talking 'bout this real
Shit like narcocorridos
I'm rapping real shit like narcocorridos
Fuck my rivals, balas pa mis enemigos
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
I'm in the building
Sucios in the fucking building
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
Nobody cries after the death of a drug dealer
Rest In peace Redelio AKA El Pocho Antrax
The feds watching, undercovers in helicopters
Tattooed guns, King Enemy is my alias
I'm fuckin all of your bitches
Dedicated to all of the envious
There you go, you can hate on this, try
But no one is changing this
Fuck discrimination against all
Illegal aliens
Rewind that, put that shit on VEVO
A bunch of women, buchanas, cuernos de chivo
Grupo gente nueva, private parties, corridos
Jewelry and drug money
Bitches loving my steelo
They bumping this on the east side
Loving this on the west side
Bumping this on the south side
Enemies know I'm 'bout mine
This one's for El Capo, Fatman and Gato
Beto my road dawg, sucios, I'm outro
AK-47, cartel music
Money making, always active
Always active music
Marijuana, cocaina, kilos
I'm talking 'bout this real
Shit like narcocorridos
I'm rapping real shit like narcocorridos
Fuck my rivals, balas pa mis enemigos
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
I'm in the building
Sucios in the fucking building
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
Nobody cries after the death of a drug dealer
Anybody wanna go to war with us
Every boss, get at me
Never been afraid of death
Tell Pac I'm coming soon
My music is the reflection
Of Makaveli's wounds
I'm a fucking king, put gold up in my tomb
Even though I made to Heaven
My rag is still blue
I'm dressed in white and I'm tatted, too
Visions of all my ex
Bitches loving my attitude
God won't forgive me for the way
That I acted a fool
I smash these other rappers
What did I have to prove?
My raps improved, hand guns, I had a few
I caught my enemy slippin' in lonely avenues
I'm sorry
But you bitch motherfuckers just had to go
Around the same time I sold
My first grams of coke
I'm from the ghetto, my dad was broke
The fridge was empty with spoiled milk
The ham was old i use to look up at the
Sky wishing we had the most
Gang banging had a long list of
Fools we had to smoke
Marijuana, cocaina, kilos
I'm talking 'bout this real
Shit like narcocorridos
I'm rapping real shit like narcocorridos
Fuck my rivals, balas pa mis enemigos
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
I'm in the building
Sucios in the fucking building
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
Nobody cries after the death of a drug dealer
Rest In peace Redelio AKA El Pocho Antrax
The feds watching, undercovers in helicopters
Tattooed guns, King Enemy is my alias
I'm fuckin all of your bitches
Dedicated to all of the envious
There you go, you can hate on this, try
But no one is changing this
Fuck discrimination against all
Illegal aliens
Rewind that, put that shit on VEVO
A bunch of women, buchanas, cuernos de chivo
Grupo gente nueva, private parties, corridos
Jewelry and drug money
Bitches loving my steelo
They bumping this on the east side
Loving this on the west side
Bumping this on the south side
Enemies know I'm 'bout mine
This one's for El Capo, Fatman and Gato
Beto my road dawg, sucios, I'm outro
AK-47, cartel music
Money making, always active
Always active music
Marijuana, cocaina, kilos
I'm talking 'bout this real
Shit like narcocorridos
I'm rapping real shit like narcocorridos
Fuck my rivals, balas pa mis enemigos
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
I'm in the building
Sucios in the fucking building
I'm in the building, sucios in the building
Nobody cries after the death of a drug dealer