My room is full of that smoke

I'm f**king high delusional

Let the motherf**king gun bust

South side

In the color of my rag I trust rush

Enemies for the f**k of it

I smoke weed for the f**k of it

And for not getting high

Then I might be focused on my hustling

Two bad bitches that I just met

Too bad bitches got a husband

Sucios life trust me

I give them love nothing

I'm from the rugged ass streets

Where motherf**kers die when they go against me

45 on the waist bandana on the face robbery

Sucios with that mob life

Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts load the guns

My enemies it's on sight

That bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

This once for the copper

Escobar and that Pablo

Music for them D boys musica for them narcos

Dollar bills dollar bills

The king so sick I need to pop a pill

Success feels good

I tell you how I feel

Baby Gunz counting money in a power wheel

Too deep in you too abused

Can you count a mill

And another mill

I need a hundred more

My b***h counting money

We could flood the floor

I needed a blunt so

I went hit the store

Called them to the beat

Said I needed some more

A 18 to the 714

Sucios with that mob life

Sucios with that mob life

Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts load the guns

My enemies it's on sight

That bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

Sucios with that mob life

Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts load the guns

My enemies it's on sight