Que Mucho Roncan (part. Hanzel La H)

I wake up and right away we’re out hustling for the dough
I strap on my gun before I even put on my shoes
A kiss for the kid, then I hit the streets to handle all my junkies
No card and they’ve been trying to bill me for a while now
We roll in an armored truck, always packed with homies
You’ll find me in LV, Canales, or Juana Mato
That’s a fact, you little bitch, you already got my picture (the 66, motherfucker)
If it ain't fifteen million, I ain't signing no contract

Hey, how much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili (trili, trili)
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Dracos (hey)
How much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Draco (you heard me, little bitch?)

Hey, we roll by your house and light it up right away (brr)
Take a jump shot, we’ll take out your bro for pride (haha)
I send them, I run out of ammo and switch it up (brr)
Just so you know, little bitch, I’m coming for you and yours (for you and yours)
No card and they can’t swipe me (wuh), I’ll light it up anywhere (where?)
If it reached your buddy, not the one from Crea (ah)
I’ll blast you in the face, I made it Modern Warfare (uh-huh)
I don’t respect ranks, motherfucker, go call whoever (motherfucker, suck my dick)
0687, we’re close to your house (to your house)
The hollow point bullets from 300 will pierce you (brr)
Motherfucker, I’m the dad of these punks, what’s wrong with you? (What’s wrong?)
If the joker comes out, they’ll be left laughing, laughing (uju)
Left laughing, laughing, the one with the Dracos and the drums (drums)
The recipe without doctors (doctors), the one with fire without extinguishers (extinguishers)
About your death, the authors (the authors), listening to the best (the best)
On a beat, raising the value bag (ah)

Hey, how much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili (trili, trili)
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Dracos (hey)
How much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Draco (you heard me, little bitch?)

You already saw me in the LV bag, 300 in cash
And you haven’t seen me, but I leave the [?] in the dash
The bro wants these bitches, I pass it to the [?]
What I’m getting at, I stash 300 more in the stash
You say my death is certain and that they want to bill me
But the only one who bills is right there and it’s for the mount
Shout out to those who were happy about my capture
But I haven’t seen them since jet pri, in the heights
Yo, Hades, tell these punks (punks) not to call
That I don’t have a boss and that their bosses can suck my dick
Shotgun blast, 47, and they end up like ramen soup
So they can defame me now and again suck my dick, haha
I got a couple of shooters, kids with the drums, flowers, and it’s not for the lovers
Round for the pain, there’s no recipe, no doctor
Not even for the fire there’s an extinguisher, I got [?]
In your pockets, there’s cards, in mine, there’s magazines
[?], we’re the best, I already gave you a couple of factors (hey)

How much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Dracos
How much they brag, trili, how much they brag, trili
The shorties, the clips, and the mini Draco, haha

Yo, tell me, Hades
The 66, little dick
Hanzel La H, the one with the white eyes
Son of a bitch
We shit on your mom
On Mother’s Day, haha
The 8 and the 66
The biggest motherfuckers made a beat
(Yo, tell me, Yama)
Suck my dick to both
We’re active, wherever you want, haha
[?]
Chosen Records
Mueka
The Brain, what these motherfuckers are missing
Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers
The 66, little bitch, you already know