[Intro]
Hahaha check it out
It’s that number one gun Lil Cuete
Coming with that suck ass shit, you know?
Right here with my prima Angel from my varrio
So check it out, cause here we go
[Verse 1]
Trucha for the Cuete cause they’re coming out blasting
Leaving muthafuckers getting buried in a casket
Why is it this way?
Living that crazy life every day
Every day is the same ol’ way getting blazed
Catch a foo slippin’ coming down the wrong way
On a One Way street packing heat
Bald and creased, call the priest cause there’s gonna be another muerte
2 balasos from my cuete, .357 mag
His toe-tag sticking out the body bag
Time to shake the spot so we don’t get caught
Revolver, so I keep my shells, keep my shells
No witnesses so no one tells, no one tells
That’s how it is when you’re living that crazy life
You might live today but might die tonight
So I ain’t going out without a fight
I got my target in my sight
With my Cuete hold it tight and light ‘em up
Cause I don’t give a fuck
Cause every Walkero I know is sick
Stacking ‘em up, none of my homies are giving a fuck
Down for whatever, your body I’ll sever
I’ll never show weakness
So when you’re fuck with me
It’s for my balas to meet your destiny for testing me
[Hook: Angel]
I’m loading up my gun
I’ve got you levas on the run
I’m loading up my gun
Tonight it’s gonna get done
[Chorus]
Cause I’m ready for that confrontation
Erasing no time to be wasting or blazing
I’m lacing my kicks
My hand is on my Cuete constantly
And that’s the way it’s gotta be
So I’ll be ready for my enemy
I’m packing extra ammunition
Distribute every bala that I’m dishing
If you wanna bang there’s a competition
Keep on wishing
[Verse 2]
You tried to test me, why?
Did you think that I was gonna back down?
It’s too late
Let’s test your fate
How many balas you think you could take?
Make no mistake
Cause I’ll never will fake
You might not be dead but your body will ache
Your homie is standing there watching you shake
Dipping a tab now starting to bake
Tripping off that acid blasting all of you bitches putting in work
You’re wishing that wishing
But wishes don’t work
In the real life you might think you’re crazy
But were are you now?
Getting placed underground
So piss on your grave
Cause I know you’re the same
So let’s see who’s first, to riding the hearse
You think that you’re deadly, I’m worse
Smoking that tweak and I don’t give a fuck what you think
Killer instinct
Blasting these levas until they’re resting
Watching me creep, put ‘em to sleep
Burying those bodies six feet deep
Where they’re never to be found
Smoking a pound a week
Watching my back without even a blink
Always got one loaded in the chamber
Releasing my anger cause these socas get me pissed
But never they’re fucking with this
Number one gun, the son of a gun
So you know that I’m ready
Holding it steady
Getting revenge for Jess Negrete
On the serio side
Taking you off cause I don’t give a fuck if I die
[Hook: Angel]
I’m loading up my gun
I’ve got you levas on the run
I’m loading up my gun
Tonight it’s gonna get done
[Chorus]
Cause I’m ready for that confrontation
Erasing no time to be wasting or blazing
I’m lacing my kicks
My hand is on my Cuete constantly
And that’s the way it’s gotta be
So I’ll be ready for my enemy
I’m packing extra ammunition
Distribute every bala that I’m dishing
If you wanna bang there’s a competition
Keep on wishing
[Verse 3]
I am what I am and that’s all that I am
Still asking my grandma to keep up with the [?] in my pants creased
Posted up with my gangster stance
Here’s your chance to go to battle with this One way loco
With the tats on his chest
There’s only one way about it
In the back and smoking, the sky is clouded
I’m little sick dog
He’s pumping one off
My gun in your mouth
And you’re starting to cough
You’re gasping for air but still I don’t care
Cause you were thinking you’re crazy to stare
But you soon found out
When I laid you out
Another murder under my belt
Cause I’m a sick ass walkero from the south
East Los, Norwalk is my home
Where I roam where I roam
Getting stoned because stoned is the way of the Walk
And nothing but the walk in me
It’s time to see, who is who but it ain’t for free
Doom is doom and pay your vida, homie mira
Cause I playing no games
Cause if you wanna come bang then let’s bang
Let’s see which one of us can hang
But it ain’t no thang
All of my perros are brought up the same
Crazy insane
Varrio Norwalk Los One Ways Gang
[Hook: Angel]
I’m loading up my gun
I’ve got you levas on the run
I’m loading up my gun
Tonight it’s gonna get done
[Chorus]
Cause I’m ready for that confrontation
Erasing no time to be wasting or blazing
I’m lacing my kicks
My hand is on my Cuete constantly
And that’s the way it’s gotta be
So I’ll be ready for my enemy
I’m packing extra ammunition
Distribute every bala that I’m dishing
If you wanna bang there’s a competition
Keep on wishing
[Hook: Angel]
I’m loading up my gun
I’ve got you levas on the run
I’m loading up my gun
Tonight it’s gonna get done
[Outro: Angel]
I’m loading up my gun
Smoking blunts to get spun
I’m loading up my gun
Tonight it’s gonna get done
Won’t leave until I get one
