BUITRE

[Letra de "BUITRE" ft. Flee Lord]

[Intro: Lil Supa]
Shit, uh
Flee Lord
¡Ah!
¿Qué es lo que quiere tú? No tengo nada, vale
'Rranca pa'llá, mamagüevo

[Verso 1: Lil Supa]
Uh, eagle eye shooter, ojos en la nuca
(Gotta get that) Gotta get that dirt off your shoulder and take a look out (Look out, fu, fu, fu)
Mantén la mente astuta, moral impoluta
Falsa yunta, sal de la ruta por hijo 'e puta
Quieren lo que tienes, tus bienes, semen y yenes
Con leyes de hielo, se llegan siempre que les conviene
Si les eres fieles, crueles te hieren con varias pieles
They say, "Real recognize the realest" (Hell, yeah!)
Antes no tenías ni un duro y no había chulos
Ahora vieron que eres número uno y salen zamuros (¡Ja!)
Cuando el cielo se torna gris oscuro, no ves ninguno
You know, que te querían cagar el muro, fanculo
Carroñeros que odian, nunca te nombran
Solo son buitres que envidian tu obra y comen las sobras
Mamahuevos jalabolas que acechan desde las sombras (Beaucoup)
Solo se aparecen cuando cobras (Solo se aparecen cuando cobras)
No jodas

[Coro: Lil Supa, Flee Lord]
'Rranca pa'llá, chico (Camínala, camínala, camínala)
Que no te sale na', bicho (Que no te sale na', bicho)
Por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el culo o eres—? (Ah)
Ja, ja, ja (Ay, no, pues)
Ah, fucking vultures
'Rranca pa'llá, chico (¡Pa' fuera!)
[?]
Que no te sale na', bicho (Prr, prr)
Por maldito
[?]
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el—? (Yeah)
(Lord, Lord!)
OK

[Verso 2: Flee Lord]
Okay, uh, Lord Mobb music group, these drums make me (doo-doo-doo)
Rolling in the truck with twenty one, I might use the cooked up
The ruffies in my cooking bag, cruising ave's I used to catch
She was love at twelve while we yelled and let the music blast (Fuck out of here!)
The whole year takeover, going down breaks over
Next fucking deal lord, I might get the rage over (Skrrt)
10K imburse of shrimp flavor burst
Eating lamb on my grand, sipping pagne on the first (Sipping pagne on the first)
And ya' niggas know the protocol
When a real soldier is born
Blowing off cannons while you standing there holding balls
Got your leg in my life, nah, you fetty you hife (Fetty you hife)
I just rolled the big choppa now they're dragging me like
Had to weaponize my waist 'cause they recognize my face (Fuck!)
Each pack these niggas down before they step inside my space (Oh, yeah!)
Went from sells in big queens, from twelve to sixteen (Yeah)
Never took a chance to fail for love or big dreams (Big dreams)
Wrote it on a major's deaking
Broke but now my paper speaking
Neighbor's eating, used to play the lobby for like 80 beatings ([?])
Took a break from the law went straight on the tour
Came back (Came back) and tried to track, but the way was afure (Fuck out of here!)

[Outro: Lil Supa, Flee Lord]
Ah, ah
'Rranca pa'llá, chico
I came back and tried to track, but the way was afure
Que no te sale na', bicho
Give me that fucking ruler, you fucking vulture
No, no
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el—?
Get out of here!
Ja, ja, ja
Castellanos