BUITRE

Shit, uh
Flee Lord
¡Ah!
¿Qué es lo que quiere tú? No tengo nada, vale
'Rranca pa'llá, mamagüevo

Uh, eagle eye shooter, ojos en la nuca
(Gotta get that) Gotta get that dirt off your shoulder and take a look out
Mantén la mente astuta, moral impoluta
Falsa yunta, sal de la ruta por hijo 'e puta
Quieren lo que tienes, tus bienes, semen y yenes
Con leyes de hielo, se llegan siempre que les conviene
Si les eres fieles, crueles te hieren con varias pieles
They say, "Real recognize the realest" (hell, yeah!)
Antes no tenías ni un duro y no había chulos
Ahora vieron que eres número uno y salen zamuros
Cuando el cielo se torna gris oscuro, no ves ninguno
You know, que te querían cagar el muro, fanculo
Carroñeros que odian, nunca te nombran
Solo son buitres que envidian tu obra y comen las sobras
Mamahuevos jalabolas que acechan desde las sombras (beaucoup)
Solo se aparecen cuando cobras (solo se aparecen cuando cobras)
No jodas

'Rranca pa'llá, chico (camínala, camínala, camínala)
Que no te sale na', bicho (que no te sale na', bicho)
Por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el culo o eres ? (ah)
Ja, ja, ja (ay, no, pues)
Ah, fucking vultures
'Rranca pa'llá, chico (¡Pa' fuera!)
Que no te sale na', bicho (prr, prr)
Por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el? (Yeah)
(Lord, Lord!) OK

Lord Mobb music group, these drums make me (doo-doo-doo)
Rolling in the truck with twenty one, I might use the cooked up
The Ruger is in my cougar bag, cruising ave's I used to catch
She was love at twelve while we yelled and let the music blast (fuck out of here!)
The whole year takeover, going there breaks over
Next fucking deal lord, I might get the rage over (skrrt)
10K imburse of shrimp flavor burst
Eating lamb on my grand, sipping 'pagne on the first (sipping 'pagne on the first)
And ya' niggas know the protocol when a real soldier is born
Blowing off cannons while you standing there holding walls
Got your leg in my likes, nah, you fetty you hife (fetty you hife)
I just rolled the big choppa now they're dragging me like
Had to weaponize my waist 'cause they recognize my face (fuck!)
Each pack these niggas down before they step inside my space (oh, yeah!)
Went from sells in big queens, from twelve to sixteen (yeah)
Never took a chance to fail for love or big dreams (big dreams)
Floatin' on a major deaking, broke but now my paper speaking
Neighbor's eating, used to play the lobby for like 80 beatings
Took a break from the raw went straight on the tour
Came back and tried to trap, but the weight wasn't pure
Ah, ah
'Rranca pa'llá, chico
I came back and tried to trap, but the weight wasn't pure
Que no te sale na', bicho
Give me that fucking ruler, you fucking vulture
No, no
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el?
Get out of here!
Ja, ja, ja
Castellanos