Coyote 3 Lokos (feat. Shaquille O'neal)
[Verse 1: Guapo]
Shut the f..ck up, put your f..cking guns up
They look at me and think, "Man that's a loco motherfucker"
The young homie trappin' out the lunch truck
If you tryna rob on me and pushy? He gon' puck puck
Yeah, don't try to play me for no junkie
On the internet, he's hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty
Crackin' under pressure like a wide bitch with no sunscreen
I don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines
I just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful
You look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles
You talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles
I text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles
I'm wеll-known all across the line
Who want the smokе, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka)
I'm one loco Mexican
I bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son
[Chorus: Guapo]
Ain't no love where I rest my head
Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild wild west (puta)
Hundred thousand men, that ain't no flex
I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)
Even tough guys drop like flies
'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)
Let's make a toast 'cause we're still alive
'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)
[Verse 2: Blanco]
Yeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary
Sleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me
I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a frenchie
I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji
Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome
I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own
These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones
Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome
Sneak up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe
I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though
Premeditated murder, bullet to your chakra
I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner
You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Turning white(?) to addicts before they're 22
See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, "Who the f..ck is you?"
I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a f..cking zoo
I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh
This is real life, no, not no movie roll
If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio
I got the laundry detergent for all you Susie O's
[Chorus: Guapo]
Ain't no love where I rest my head
Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild wild west (puta)
Hundred thousand men, that ain't no flex
I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)
Even tough guys drop like flies
'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta)
Let's make a toast 'cause we're still alive
'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah)
[Verse 3: Shaquille O'Neal]
They think I'm on the brink of my insanity
If he ain't spitting like this for the money, then what can it be?
Momma managed me, Papa was in the military
I come from The Bricks where the option is just the cemetery
I get in the mix opposite of the Ben & Jerry's
I did it for kicks, like my position was fenétaires(?)
Y'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries
Then you can get your pictures ready for obituaries
Unpredictable, penmanship is the principle
Invincible, to any instruments I put my mental to
Lyrically, you are not a schnick(?) if you don't get the fool(?)
Irresistible, it's time to make the truth admissible
Skills miserable, mistaken things she kills (decibel)
Make you missable, you already know my physical
Made the earth liftable
And anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable
I heard you had it then, but not today though
Don't tell him where I might go, tonight's show, today's show
I'm in the drop, way low, ride with fuego
They call me Papi Grande el Padrino Negro
