Los Menores 2.0

They want to kill us, if they want war, we’ll fight back
(No, we won’t die, no, we won’t die)
We lost our fear when they killed Yerzy for nothing
(We lost our fear when they killed Yerzy for nothing)
(Louis producer)

I’m crazy to buy a kilo of grams, to sell to the dealer to stack cash in hand
No delays, I’m hustling for mine, and if they want to see me dead, my clip ain’t empty
Jota, get the crew ready, that’s the plan
I don’t want to see my mom sad if a car crashes
Through the oval, vibing without them seeing us

In the hood, a good stick-up is in play
They see the three bikes, the three cars are dizzy
I don’t want to kill a lookout if he flips
Don’t step in, or you’ll get the ugly end
The minors are ready to drop in anywhere

Anytime we’ll roll up in your neighborhood
I’m rolling with my guy to turn him into a hitman
Outlaws since we were kids, we’re out every day
Light that bat, to mark and hit up your block

That chubby guy almost died because of his mouth
He’s gonna take four shots, two are mine, two are Jota’s
The runner’s here, so tie your boots tight
We’ll catch them at the central or Colonial with Santa Rosa

You know how it goes, no bullshit, this is LMS
Callao is small, you’re gonna die even if you pray
With the van, looking for devils, where they at?
The weed is popping, if we go out hunting

The skinny guy tried to pull a fast one
We were doing nothing
Now there are shots that break through doors
I don’t have enemies, problems are made up

But fear doesn’t exist
They don’t kill, they just try
Jota, pull out the piece
That makes them melt

They’re dripping like ice cream
On the floor and they ain’t tricks

The kicks are red
Put on the blood that splatters

And Samir pulls them by the legs if he visits
My guy who ordered the hit
From hell and said: Kill them, I’ll see them again right here
ATM positive, the nine is operational

They won’t open the boxes if the shots are in your face
They don’t want me in the hood and I’m out, for who?
Push, push, being a snitch suits you well
Baby, the connection of the coins
Bills come in, problems come in, and we’ll hit whoever

The backpacks are distributing
The R’s send them
There’s weed and white stuff
With the felon backing it up
Sand, pulse the L
Pulsing the zone
In play, we stop everyone
The shots on the bike
Jey and bless

Made the contact for the chickens
Chicken, get me the bun
I’m stressing from all this drama
Now they want to roll with us
We’re on another level
My zone is a different vibe
My crew will blow your face off

You’ll become my prey, I won’t forget that
I’ll be your saint and we’ll drop in on you by surprise
Tie your kicks, this is just getting started
I’ve got the bike ready to hit you with the piece

I’m crazy to buy a kilo of grams, to sell to the dealer to stack cash in hand
No delays, I’m hustling for mine, and if they want to see me dead, my clip ain’t empty
(Anytime we’ll roll up in your neighborhood)
(I’m rolling with my guy to turn him into a hitman)
(Outlaws since we were kids, we’re out every day)
(Light that bat to mark and hit up your block)