El Nino ft. Will doe Lyrics

Sometimes the bomb might explode without any warning

This should be tyranny, I might have to use my second amendment

My senses peaked at a new high, try to defend this message

From the new world order, we all under oppression

So keep your Bible close, cause they're coming for your possessions

Professions, I'm about to make the G-O-V-D go right up into recessions

Theres order in the court, and aint protected by your fort. Yeah, we on the front lines and I'm coming with the Sword

Leave his body at the morgue

I was just kicking it back, I'm driving around my El Camino

Bumping some unreleased shit that only we know

Smoking on a spliff that I made out of a CINOT

Bout to take this hundred grand right to the casino

Chillin with my Vecino Al Pacino

I might just follow in his footsteps, Carlo Gambino

This a patek on my wrist, not a Submarino

And yeah, the weather's getting hot, shout out to El Nio

Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it, that's word to the great Gambino

I feel like I'm Jesse Pinkman in that whip that El Camino

Rocking Valentino, cause I stack Robert De-niro

I'm not a role model, but my speech is for the keynote

My money's stretched out loofy, how I multiply these bands

So I keep on walking, talking like the motherfucking man

You wanna try me, come have me Hadouken, go supersaiyan

And now you got a bug's life, cause you got stomped on like an ant, bitch

All these funds that I've been getting too, they killing me

Bunch of bitches, guns and the drugs, this shit ain't filling me

But I still been running a muck, you gotta be kidding me

Shout out to the plug, he the only one that's been getting me

Recently, I done been feeling like I'm the one under attack

Run up on me, I'm being a body bag

Now you can't holla back

Then I'm gon' pull up with your main bitch, and I ain't gon' call her back

Don't expect that I'm spontaneous, just like a heart attack

The weather's getting crazy, it's hazy, we're too El Nio

Whipping round, bumping new shit, the true shit that only we know

Been around before and after the prequel and the sequel

Should've known, because all the other shit, my murder she wrote

You mean the murder we wrote, because the shit that's scripted yet is by the way that it floats

You wanna call me crazy, but you're the one looking through the pep hole

Of all the demons in my head, so you had us call me Evo

But yeah, I got a desert eagle and that shit be lethal

Masked up Like a bank robber all from the 70s

Patti Mitchell plus the other two that made the crazy three

Let me tell you what's gonna happen when me and Will release

We gon' make that NYPD just get on their knees

Bitches making us itch twitch, just like they full of fleas

I'ma make a rash decision, drop fat man overseas

And if this is the end of life, then stay inmprayers, go to sleep

But I can hear the whistle in the sky, the sirens don't repeat

Kick back 30 carbine like I bought from Amity

Not the vill horror, but damn this house be talking to me

Yeah, you call me crazy, but you just gonna have to wait and see

While all other ghosts and ghouls come out, I will be sound asleep

But now he's in denial, running up and down all the halls

You know a damn the burns, twins right there with a vial

But yeah, he watched a couple of shows, know about survival

Until I came, I finished his ass, come crown on the isle

You wanna play me, but if we pull up, you'll be dead on arrival

Throw your body in the bayou, there won't even be a trial

I've been smoking through my packs, and I don't even fucking try to

But it's okay, cause I'm making so much money, bitch, I'll buy you

Keep it on me, yeah for the money, yeah it ain't funny yeah

And if you try me, then you finna catch a buck

I've been moving on, get your money, I'm not your funny

You can't be with me if you need a hundred bucks

I'll give you the rundown, bitches, plain and simple

I'm popping pills and chasing thrills, like Proactive from popping pimples

If you run up on me, point the chopper right up at your dimples

And if you keep on talking shit, I'll clap your head just like a cymbal

All y'all motherfuckers wanna talk shit on my name

But it's okay, the chopper make you disappear like David Blaine

Yeah, I'm insane. My new tech from Afghanistan turn you to a dancer

Make your ass do pirouettes and then it turns you to a phantom