[Intro]

Authorities say the Ochoa drug organisation was responsible for the bombing of the US Embassy in Bogota last year, the assassination of Colombia's attorney general, and now the murder in the Louisiana, of the man who is perhaps the most important undercover drug informant ever

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

For your life I give two fucks

Rats get laid under white sheets like the Ku Klux

Shooters cruise up, bust the Ruge., lift your roof up

For speaking on whatever niggas do, that’ll get you touched

Nigga you fool, fuck whoever love you

I ain't a killer but I know a couple

That'll send hollow slugs out the muzzle through your muscles

Live from, where we hustle, double bucks and bust moves

If I never knew son, I serve him with a murder one

Put the work in the phone booth, tell ’em drop the funds

Acting shifty, cock the gun

If you see a copper, run

Rule one in the slums, better hold your tongue

Can't trust any buyers, they rocking wires

And many cameras attached to they attire

So keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes

The streets reckless, (Waa)

See the narcs in the (Waa) jeep Lexus

[Verse 2: Crimeapple]

I been bubblin', I can't look back

My vision, more nuclear fission whenever I cook crack

I went from struggling to buy hood wraps

Make chickens to a rich chicken buying me a kitchen off of good wraps

And that, takes a, minute gettin' used to

I'm used to riding the emmy bus, pocket full of Al--deucecrew

But I ain't approve, flew higher cuz I ain't ride the usual

Now I just flip the bird in the booth going coo-coo

And then I treat the bird face like toasted shrudel

Sometimes I make my stomach hurt like, strike with the fake yoo-hoo

And everything I write crucial

I’m tryna buy a land in Peru while you actin’ frugal in Honolulu

You now rocking with illest in the omniverse

I let the broccoli burn, and kick the automatic body verse

It's like I’m really only speaking in wasabi terms

I gave the chicken teriaki, salami made the punani squirt

Romantic, maybe one day I'll be in church

Saying vows, but for now, I'm just tryna fuck Kehlani first

I still recall a time I wouldn't tell you where to find the merch

I had the Bombay brown, that’s Punjabi work

[Verse 3: Smoovth]

Headed to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer

But it's gonna cost more, if I gotta get it to Florida

Shit is horrible, stress that comes to me from work

I got a pound and cut it up, hit the town and went berserk

Green crack, move fast, china white and purp

Sit and watch me serve, a whole block of herbs

Since I was wheelin' in bikes, used to pop the curb

My nigga O had the coo, whole flock of birds

Save the war stories, we are not concerned

I see you fucks got a lot to learn

Bread that I ain't even touched yet

Stuck behind the sheet rock

We used to bang on the table, and spit heat rock

I rocksteady bee-bop, I know Pirus as tree-top

Money higher than the tree-top

We get low when police watch

Cuz I ain't tryna get touched, unless a bitch wanna' fuck