My room is full of that smoke
I'm f**ing high, delusional
Let the motherf**ing gun bust, South side
In the color of my rag I trust, rush
Hand 'em these for the f** of it
I smoke weed for the f** of it
Tonight getting high
Then I might be focused on my hustling
Two bad b**hes that I just met
Too bad b**h's got a husband
Sucios' life, trust me, I give them love, nothing
I'm from the rugged 'a** streets
Where motherf**ers die when the going gets me
45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery
Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life
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Rolling blunts, load the guns
My enemies, it's on sight
That bang, bang, bang,
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Turn off the lights, load 'em up
Load 'em up
This once for the copper, Escobar and that Pablo
Music for them D boys, musica for them narcos
Dollar bills, dollar bills, the king so sick I need to pop a pill
Success feels good, I tell you how I feel
Baby, guns come to money in a power will
Too deep in ', you too abused, can you count a mill?
And another mill, I need a hundred more
My b**h counting money, we could flood the floor
I need blood so I went hit the store
Called them to the beat, said I needed some more
A 1 8 to the 714 Sucios with that mob life
Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life
Rolling blunts, load the guns
My enemies, it's on sight
That bang, bang, bang,
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Turn off the lights, load 'em up
Load 'em up
Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life
Rolling blunts, load the guns
My enemies, it's on sight