[Produced by Yungbruhbruh]

[Verse 1]

Hola como você está?

Clans of the drug trafficking leave the scratch marks apparent

I am this; fuck the Legacy I.N.S

Why the fuck you follow me? The family ties to a struggle of a migrants

Deceive niggas found hung rip in the same border city

Recent stings operations get you dip

Is strange when things change

Active shadows on the ceilings, get the guns out blow the steep slopes

This ain't a dream motherfucka better duck and see

Shock a nigga with a pale view from the Caribbean

To the little storage, load the spirits, sup with this?

Darkness in the narco-submarine

Riddle the new bound U.S insurgence

Searching to recite the list of a serial killer

See ya pouring gasoline we set fire on each other

Enough to flush the Monster of the Andes

You're a fan you ain't gonn until I perform an autopsy to the tipy top

This bitch life

She nodded as if she re-sighted to something

A familiar face when I leave you

On the other, she had a kind kept wounded beauty

Take it how you live it; Attach to my scrap books you don't know me

She rolled on top of him a little wicked

Flip her on her back, held her wrist, held ya down

A little angry; a little did you know me

Fuck it I show you how it be

Walk behind the casket of Machiavelli

Were it flows; the flows remains hidden

Letting these chumps look at it all

Cleared away, the truth was he didn't

Push the cameras of my face you had words that I needed

Frank White I be there in a minute; That's right

Lid the psychoactive effects

Interfering and co-existing with these niggas

Cross fire between a soldier and a private assassin ready to catch wreck