Locos

Orale loco

Orale loco, Ponte las pilas wey e?

Aquí se va a hacer el jale ahorita de volada

Estos vatos tienen un chingo de feria

Listo? ponte la máscara, vámonos...

Five and four, and three, and two, and one

And we smash through the door with the quickness up

Looking for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk about

Don't try nothin', if you lead me to the Don't say a word, it'd be over, suicide

smoked out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)

Five and four, and three, and two, and one

That's how many seconds left before your ass is done (click-clack)

Now you heard the sound, tell me somethin' new

This homie here won't hesitate to put a hole in you

(Death threat, get your ass up), that's a good boy

Would you rather put the cameras out for your Don't even think about the strap up in your backpack

Cooperative when I leave you're still alive

In fact, I only want your cash crop, not your life jack'

(you can get crop), but not your life back

So settle down, I don't wanna let the metal spray

Lead the way, give it up and live another day

Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door

Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the back

Yeah

Amonos, dámelo, caete con ese paquetón

Yo no quiero usar el cuhete no

Es muy baqueton

El bote no me asusta a mi

Es como vacación

Pero yo te asusto a ti

Miados en el pantalón

Cinco, cuatro, tres, dos y uno

Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo

Es lo que le queda a este cuetazo de budo

Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo

Tu di

Ahí esta la otra que te decía loco

Estos vatos tienen más feria

Aquí vamos a chingar, ¿listo?

Vámonos pues...

Weed and dough, and hoes, and hit and run

As we graspin' for more with our pockets full

Layin' down the plot, blueprints for another pull

Smokin' up the spot while I quit, we're invincible

Jack your spot and we take your shit and run

Got my eye on my [?], it's just around the way

Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play

Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and lets hondalē

Somos locos pocos, here we come

Grippin' outta site

Takin' it to other heights

Homie, go around the back

Go in when I kill the lights

Sack up everything

Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin' knife

Five and four, and three, and two, and one

Now we in the buildin', take it all until it's done

Fifty pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up

Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, leave fucked up

Yeah

Vámonos, dámelo, caete con ese paquetón

Yo no quiero usar el cuhete no

Es muy baqueton

El bote no me asusta a mi

Es como vacación

Pero yo te asusto a ti

Miados en el pantalón

Cinco, cuatro y tres y dos y uno

Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo

Es lo que le queda a este cuhetazo de budo

Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo

Tu di