Seteadora
It's Kosfinger, baby
Charlee, Charlee, púyalo, púyalo
You are proven to be a problem for everybody in the Octagon with you
Who would you like to see next when you step into the office?
Everybody, everybody, I'm coming for everybody, kill everybody, ah
Yo quería saludarte, pero con mi tola
Con el gatillo digo: Hola (¡brr!)
No salga' de noche, fíjate en la hora (pa)
Después de las 10 e' que tu llora'
¿En que bloque e' que tú controla'? (ATR)
Hay que prenderlo, no importa la hora
Artista tirando en pasola (pa)
Tú no quieres verlo, después convulsiona' (¡brr!)
¿Cuale' son la gente que tú menciona'? (¿Cuale' son?)
Si a ti te dicen la llorona (mamagüevo)
Te reto a un get back y tú no reacciona'
La gente no se muere sola, el ritmo mira como mola
(Después que le di dos pepazos me encola)
¿Cual e' que quiere la corona? Vengan a toparme que se lo corona
Me gustan seteadora' y culona'
La ganga también la detona
Ella te dio banda porque tú no roba' (¡brr!)
Ni sabe' usar una pistola (pa, pa, pa)
Papy Black, pedazo de bola
Cuida'o si te muere' en el coma
No perdonamo', eso e' Dios que perdona (¡jajaja!)
Y cuando tiramo', eso e' alerta
En un cumpleaño' tirando confeti (¡brr!)
To' el mundo al suelo como el drippy (pa)
Artista y shooter, eso es fifty, fifty (al suelo)
Si no treinta, treinta, le encuentro en un GT
Se asustan, prendo por sospecha buscando la brecha, LA te acecha
Giraron izquierda, yo gire derecha
Yo tengo un demonio en mi mano derecha
Modo get shot in the leg
Tú te la das de malo, cocolo, te cagaste fuera de coro
Por tu jevita ya no te dimo' plomo (¡brr!)
El– (shh) tá en el hielo del romo
Y a chamo (shh) lo usamo' de combo
La Perco, 'toy tocando fondo, hay otro, pero no lo pongo
Las bala' van pa' la cabeza, se te fue–
Tá en un vuelo, le digo Vanessa
¿A que santo e' que tú le reza'? Nosotro' no cogemo' esa (ah)
Su mamá llorando le grita ¡regresa, regresa! Hijo e' la naturaleza
Otro penco que al diablo le pesa
Otro penco que al diablo le pesa (hey, you)
Anybody get head, na' má' por la foto lo vuelven a ver
Todos los día' con RIP (nigga dime what you did)
Salieron en The Walking Dead
Corran que hay bobo en el lobby
Dale en headshot como Kobe
Si se paran es porque son zombie
(Si se paran es porque son zombie)
Anybody get head, na' má' por la foto lo vuelven a ver (mamagüevo)
Todos los días con RIP
(Nigga dime what you did)
Salieron en The Walking Dead
Corran que hay bobo en el lobby
Dale en headshot como Kobe
Si se paran es porque son zombie (ah)
Pe-Pe-Pe-Pe-Pe-Perfect
It's Kosfinger, baby
(Dale un do' a ese blunt ahí)
(Dale un do', dale un do', dale un do')
(Nigga dime what you did)
Los BB7 en la oscuridad
Blacky tú te siente' sola
Ven que te vo'a dar una bola
No la usan to' tienen popola
Él panita tuyo chocó en la pasola
En los video' tú sacas la 'tola
Tú no das bala, yo ando por tu zona
Despué' que le entramo's a tiros
Dicen que soy mala persona
Llama a Chinola pa' que te defienda pero con la cámara
Tengo una bala en la recámara
Tu muerte segura no tardara
El sentimiento dime cuando acabara
Como Treintisiete no parara
Te explote una pierna, levantala
Con otro pepazo no sanara
Te mudaste llegando pa' Canada
Settle Down
It's Kosfinger, baby
Charlee, Charlee, hit it, hit it
You’re a problem for everyone in the Octagon with you
Who do you want to see next when you step into the office?
Everybody, everybody, I'm coming for everybody, kill everybody, ah
I wanted to greet you, but with my strap
With the trigger I say: Hello (bang!)
Don’t go out at night, watch the time (yo)
After 10 is when you cry
What block are you controlling? (ATR)
We gotta light it up, no matter the hour
Artist dropping bars on a scooter (yo)
You don’t wanna see it, then you’ll be convulsing (bang!)
Who are the people you mention? (Who are they?)
If they call you the crybaby (motherfucker)
I challenge you to a get back and you don’t react
People don’t die alone, the rhythm looks so good
(After I hit him with two shots, he’s stuck)
Who wants the crown? Come at me and I’ll crown you
I like them settled down and thick
The crew also detonates
She dumped you because you don’t rob (bang!)
And you don’t know how to use a gun (bang, bang, bang)
Papy Black, piece of shit
Watch out if you die in a coma
We don’t forgive, that’s God who forgives (hahaha!)
And when we shoot, that’s an alert
At a birthday party throwing confetti (bang!)
Everyone on the ground like the drippy (yo)
Artist and shooter, that’s fifty-fifty (on the ground)
If not thirty, thirty, I find you in a GT
They get scared, I light it up on suspicion looking for the gap, LA is watching you
They turned left, I turned right
I got a demon in my right hand
Mode get shot in the leg
You act tough, you shit yourself out of the crew
For your girl, we don’t give you lead (bang!)
The– (shh) is in the ice of the drink
And the kid (shh) we use as a crew
The Perco, I’m hitting rock bottom, there’s another, but I won’t put it
The bullets go for the head, it’s gone
On a flight, I call her Vanessa
What saint do you pray to? We don’t take that (ah)
His mom crying shouts: come back, come back! Son, it’s nature
Another loser that weighs on the devil
Another loser that weighs on the devil (hey, you)
Anybody get head, just for the photo they see him again
Every day with RIP (nigga tell me what you did)
They came out in The Walking Dead
Run, there’s a fool in the lobby
Hit a headshot like Kobe
If they stand up it’s because they’re zombies
(If they stand up it’s because they’re zombies)
Anybody get head, just for the photo they see him again (motherfucker)
Every day with RIP
(Nigga tell me what you did)
They came out in The Walking Dead
Run, there’s a fool in the lobby
Hit a headshot like Kobe
If they stand up it’s because they’re zombies (ah)
Pe-Pe-Pe-Pe-Pe-Perfect
It's Kosfinger, baby
(Give that blunt a hit)
(Give it a hit, give it a hit, give it a hit)
(Nigga tell me what you did)
The BB7 in the dark
Blacky, you feel lonely
Come here, I’m gonna give you a hit
Not everyone uses it, they have a pop
Your buddy crashed on the scooter
In the videos, you pull out the strap
You don’t shoot, I’m rolling through your zone
After we start shooting
They say I’m a bad person
Call Chinola to defend you but with the camera
I got a bullet in the chamber
Your death is certain, it won’t take long
The feeling, tell me when it will end
Like Thirty-Seven, it won’t stop
I blew off a leg, lift it up
With another shot, it won’t heal
You moved arriving in Canada