Golpee

Snai, you tough?
You’re gonna get killed
No stubborn one gets away
(Louis Producer)
Hey, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Oh, damn, we hit hard
The first job I do, the first one I hit
I hit
Damn, I fine-tuned it, aiming for the end of the month

I got the call and I talked it out
My grandma tells me: Leave that life and
I jumped, look where your uncle is
I’m a damn mess, I’m gonna make it mine

But I sound like this when I rake it in
They run in the lead, they find the shells
My demons are witnesses
That when it comes back, I’m cold

The cops are looking for me
The haters are envying me
In the hood, they’re talking shit about me
That they’re already sentencing me

But I don’t give a damn about what they say
They ask for a lot while jumping from spot to spot

I read the cards, a witch told me
I’m gonna shit money
Break, break the bubble
I’ll take out everyone who’s missing
Because they’re the ones pushing me
Because they’re the ones pushing me

I grab my gun and I’ll hit you
With my homie, I’ll turn you inside out
I know how life is in the slammer
I’m the black sheep that drives everyone crazy

Snai, think about your daughter, your mom, your sister
Don’t worry, you all stay calm
I’m taking care of myself and my Glock’s got my back
My fam’s praying, they saw me in the hustle

My mom’s calling
And my grandma’s at the curtain
With Hanzel cashing in 24 on the corner
Throwing more mint, the neighbor

The cop’s telling him that at my place
I got a .40, but it’s old
The devil’s tempting me
I’m already taking it

My name is getting shouted out now
They gave me a heads up and I’m leaving them behind
And now the good ones are coming at me
I do it for my daughter so she’s not missing out
(So she’s not missing out)
(So she’s not missing out)

Tell me, bro, tell me what’s up, what’s up
Snai, I see you breaking in
Let me be, because this time we’re hitting hard
Bro, we’re gonna hit hard and

Cut it, bro, that’s what we talked about
Of course, damn right
Hahaha, you always learn the hard way

Or not, huh? Haha
I learned the hard way
From my mom’s crew, I don’t trust snitches
Because they’ll send you behind bars

Full of shit
They underestimated me
For bad behavior, they kicked me out
It’s just that I’m a pain, a singer, and not a mobster
If I see you with her, I’ll kill you, I’m vengeful

I know you, you’re a fool
Kill that kid
If they say I’m guilty
I’ll fix my papers to leave the country

For mine, I’ll kill, for mine, I’ll die
I grew up on the street, messed up, I’m a shooter
My crew’s blood and my .40

They tried to kill me and couldn’t
They tried to corner me, but damn, they fell
But damn, they fell
One by one, they fell to the ground
(Or they fell, those motherfuckers or)