They say close the door to all my shit
My rapping skills is heaven sent
They never thought I could've went
A soul believer in revenge
So I'ma leave in the abyss
Then the night's is gon' pop out
Me and my homies, we droppin' the top out
Got you on a chokehold, waitin' on the tap out
I should've bought it when they sold the scatpack
I see your bitch and I'm ready to tap that
Niggas don't even really have a topic
But I got music and I gotta drop it
I been on the road, ain't nobody gon' stop it
I call a bitch once and I'm ready to block it
Kickin' these niggas, I know it ain't soccer
You said you want static, but I find it shocking
You don't even know how to get to my block
Most of these niggas been watchin' the clock
I'm cookin' you niggas, ain't wearin' a smock
Unlike all you rappers, I make more than trap
They call him a dyke, my nigga be strapped
With another gun under the seat
I'm gettin' tired of rappin', I'm makin' a beat
I know that your bitch got that kid on repeat
Returnin' the hate, cause I got a receipt
I'm tellin' that bitch, use my face as a seat
Some niggas that's B, some niggas that's C
Some niggas that don't know shit about the street
Some niggas that don't even stand on they feet
Some niggas that don't know how to take defeat
Some niggas that struggle to find something to eat
Some niggas that sleep wiht a gun when they sleep
Let me tell you about D.R.
Look
You gotta walk around like you ain't got money to waste
Like most of your homies ain't doin' a case
Like you don't know scammers that been on a chase
Livin' in my city like countin' your days
A beautiful island with ugly mistakes
Where bribin' the cops kinda give you a break
But still, you just gotta keep goin'
Ignore all the shit that these niggas be throwin
Spending so much that it's gettin' annoying
I still got some love that I'm scared to be showin
New bitch every week, so I think I'm bipolar
I gotta move low, cause I'm gettin' important
I got to the point I don't like wearin' Jordans
I'm fightin' civilians, they fightin' a soldier
Stop flexing about me, El SANtO don't know ya
I'm here every season, I feel like I'm Goya
Tu sabe'
A little freestyle and shit
What?
I ain't gotta write
It just take you a minute
And you niggas take too long doing that shit
Ha!
I'm gone, bitch
GRRR
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They say close the door to all my shit
My rapping skills is heaven sent
They never thought I could've went
A soul believer in revenge
So I'ma leave in the abyss
Then the night's is gon' pop out
Me and my homies, we droppin' the top out
Got you on a chokehold, waitin' on the tap out
I should've bought it when they sold the scatpack
I see your bitch and I'm ready to tap that
Niggas don't even really have a topic
But I got music and I gotta drop it
I been on the road, ain't nobody gon' stop it
I call a bitch once and I'm ready to block it
Kickin' these niggas, I know it ain't soccer
You said you want static, but I find it shocking
You don't even know how to get to my block
Most of these niggas been watchin' the clock
I'm cookin' you niggas, ain't wearin' a smock
Unlike all you rappers, I make more than trap
They call him a dyke, my nigga be strapped
With another gun under the seat
I'm gettin' tired of rappin', I'm makin' a beat
I know that your bitch got that kid on repeat
Returnin' the hate, cause I got a receipt
I'm tellin' that bitch, use my face as a seat
Some niggas that's B, some niggas that's C
Some niggas that don't know shit about the street
Some niggas that don't even stand on they feet
Some niggas that don't know how to take defeat
Some niggas that struggle to find something to eat
Some niggas that sleep wiht a gun when they sleep
Let me tell you about D.R.
Look
You gotta walk around like you ain't got money to waste
Like most of your homies ain't doin' a case
Like you don't know scammers that been on a chase
Livin' in my city like countin' your days
A beautiful island with ugly mistakes
Where bribin' the cops kinda give you a break
But still, you just gotta keep goin'
Ignore all the shit that these niggas be throwin
Spending so much that it's gettin' annoying
I still got some love that I'm scared to be showin
New bitch every week, so I think I'm bipolar
I gotta move low, cause I'm gettin' important
I got to the point I don't like wearin' Jordans
I'm fightin' civilians, they fightin' a soldier
Stop flexing about me, El SANtO don't know ya
I'm here every season, I feel like I'm Goya
Tu sabe'
A little freestyle and shit
What?
I ain't gotta write
It just take you a minute
And you niggas take too long doing that shit
Ha!
I'm gone, bitch
GRRR
My rapping skills is heaven sent
They never thought I could've went
A soul believer in revenge
So I'ma leave in the abyss
Then the night's is gon' pop out
Me and my homies, we droppin' the top out
Got you on a chokehold, waitin' on the tap out
I should've bought it when they sold the scatpack
I see your bitch and I'm ready to tap that
Niggas don't even really have a topic
But I got music and I gotta drop it
I been on the road, ain't nobody gon' stop it
I call a bitch once and I'm ready to block it
Kickin' these niggas, I know it ain't soccer
You said you want static, but I find it shocking
You don't even know how to get to my block
Most of these niggas been watchin' the clock
I'm cookin' you niggas, ain't wearin' a smock
Unlike all you rappers, I make more than trap
They call him a dyke, my nigga be strapped
With another gun under the seat
I'm gettin' tired of rappin', I'm makin' a beat
I know that your bitch got that kid on repeat
Returnin' the hate, cause I got a receipt
I'm tellin' that bitch, use my face as a seat
Some niggas that's B, some niggas that's C
Some niggas that don't know shit about the street
Some niggas that don't even stand on they feet
Some niggas that don't know how to take defeat
Some niggas that struggle to find something to eat
Some niggas that sleep wiht a gun when they sleep
Let me tell you about D.R.
Look
You gotta walk around like you ain't got money to waste
Like most of your homies ain't doin' a case
Like you don't know scammers that been on a chase
Livin' in my city like countin' your days
A beautiful island with ugly mistakes
Where bribin' the cops kinda give you a break
But still, you just gotta keep goin'
Ignore all the shit that these niggas be throwin
Spending so much that it's gettin' annoying
I still got some love that I'm scared to be showin
New bitch every week, so I think I'm bipolar
I gotta move low, cause I'm gettin' important
I got to the point I don't like wearin' Jordans
I'm fightin' civilians, they fightin' a soldier
Stop flexing about me, El SANtO don't know ya
I'm here every season, I feel like I'm Goya
Tu sabe'
A little freestyle and shit
What?
I ain't gotta write
It just take you a minute
And you niggas take too long doing that shit
Ha!
I'm gone, bitch
GRRR
Writer: Alexander Cepeda Santos
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