She gone from the fifth song, clica Representing baby, uh
Morta, everybody wanna get some morta Got pounds and pounds of morta
What you gon' do when there's no morta? When I die, bury me with my morta
Connect us, I'll try to count morta Do these chalets, try to bunk my morta
Cross the line, I'm free with my morta The whole buyer's got a big sack
E-I-E, dig what you mean? The whole team backing me on the scene
Triple beam in the case, make the * clean Autogy, less or more, balancing in between
Kill the grass, kick ass, freaking like a skunk Break off a chunk, twist off a fat one
No fucks, * that, I'm paid for my stunts Like this, fell to bed, it's you I hunt
Drug-related with thugs, local sweet supremacists Affiliated with drugs, stepping on the premises
Getting this, get by when I * the mala Who's your neighborhood in my 6-5 and holla?
For the dollars, cargamentos de Guatemala Mi compa jala, movimiento chapala
Mary Jane, feel the pain, it's the pain in the mind, friend
To maintain the pain, let me explain Without meshing in names, no shame in my game
It's an everyday thing, 40 10-pound sacks Individually packed, clip, hollow tip
Characters, jacked back, set to attack Awake, all gleeful, with my dog listo
Strap, drink, and pistol, the beat goes on and on
Kick it strong, the bomb, packed in the bong
Let me hit this
Morta
Everybody wanna get some
Morta
I got pounds and pounds of
Morta
What you gon' do when there's no
Morta
When I die, bury me with my
Morta
Collectas, I try to count
Morta
Judiciales try to funk my
Morta
Cross the line, I'm free with my
Morta
Fires got dragons
Siempre chingas, bichis can dineros
Y ellos saco gastadero de dinero
Mi sangre de pique está donde hay allí
Me estoy en my hands to dance
Pa' chupo está Simón chingón
Nunca pierde el giro
La ley no me mira, sigue el corrido
Broncas, tiros, car cases, Shapiro
No te digo, reflejos de vampiro
Doblando lana, la reina pura escama
Y unos cuantos sin guantes, a ver quién gana
Mexicanas en mis camas
Marihuanas, colombianas, cubanas, havaianas
Dos hermanas millonarias, placasos con zafos
Chahia Arias, listo con guardias
The bounty con rayas, nunca falla
Toques callan la playa
Morta
Everybody wanna get some
Morta
I got pounds and pounds of
Morta
What you gonna do when there's no
Morta
When I die, bury me with my
Morta
Conecta esa pila de caña
Morta
Judiciales try to funk my
Morta
Cross the line, I'm free with my
Morta
Fires got dragons
La historia
No te chingo ni la ley por caga palo
Me puso el dedo un pinche wey del otro día
La cocaína es en semilla
Un año conocido, el puto era policía
De pa' la ferretería
Camina por la villa como una milla
A la izquierda hay una silla
Amarilla, abajo mira escondida
La cocaína, tuya que nadie te persiga
Lava el clavo, luego cumplí con el pedido
Ni muerto ni vivo, lo quiero de a tiro perdido
Chido camino cristalino
Cuernos de chivo, vivo corrido
Se lo canten como Sharino
Morta
Everybody wanna get some
Morta
I got pounds and pounds of
Morta
What you gon' do when there's no
Morta
When I die, bury me with my
Morta
Un hectare satánica ain't
Morta
Put these chalets right among my
Morta
Cross the line, I'm free with my
Morta
The whole buyer's got the good
Morta
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's right
Ching-pong for that ass
This song
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's right



That's right


Uh, yeah, yeah, Neh, yeah, yeah
I know I got a When you like she came
Today give me some
And I'm a lawyer

I love my money
Just wanna make some more money
Please just quit