‎ yo soy

[Intro]
Came up with the knife, I had nothing left at all
Robbing cards, hitting licks out the Walmart
My skin tough like these fucking hogs out here
I’ve been chillin' in the 972, oh (2-oh, 2-oh, 2-oh)

[Verse]
Nothing really graphic, bitch I’ve seen it all
Bitch I’m down for war, go ahead and let em know
Pistol to his neck, pistol down his fucking throat
I don’t have remorse, fuck a sentence, let it blow
Like Fredo Santana, you know how it goes
Or like triple x, Louie bag, yeah um
In love with the money, I can’t really cop a hoe
I’m only 18, droppin’ hits out the door
I’ve been hurt, since I was six, yeah
I’ve alrеady felt this pain down my chest
Nothing nevеr come close to my heart
And I love my siblings, and I love my mom
All them bitches there wanna use me
I was never friends with the scums at school
Now they see me doing something, look here they come
I remember pickin’ cans, just to stop my fucking hunger
Now I’m sleeping with a fat wallet, on my shelf
I could really show you, how to get it but fuck that
Y’all just some, dick sucking hoes, big fucking snakes
I don’t fuck with bitch ass hoes, bitch ass niggas, yeah