How Surenos Bang ft. Lil Spooky Madrid Lyrics

Kickin' back with Lil Blue and all my perros on the hill

Comin' through with 22's, a sack of daisies and some pills

And we still draped in blue, just bangin' Sur and down to kill

What you wanna do I'm here to make you get the deal

Canyon County, 208 Sureños posted on the map

Cloudy as the crystals break, we stay crackin' back

On the track, here to regulate and smokin' sacks to medicate

They whack, so I'ma let em hate, all in black and full of hate

Fully clipped, with some Lomeros, that down to trip

I take another hit and feel the hollows as it tip they rippin' through the flesh of those that wanna test

The one three, I must confess, its nothing more or less than now the best

Soldados packin hollows down to ride on all the rest

I take another trago till there's nothin' left

Till I see tomorrow, then it's just another mission

It's a hard road to follow when I'm fightin' for positions

Superstitions got me trippin' and I'm seein' shadows

You know I'm down to battle and I'm loadin' up my ammo

I wtite this shit down and I write a 16 Then you know I sit and freestyle and I gotta

Get clean

I get mean, then I ride the boulevard

I pull these vatos if they come actin' hard

Then I'm ridin' on these busters, they just some bitch motherfuckers

And you know it's never stoppin' and I got the heater tucked

At my motherfuckin' waist and I will erase

All you fuckin' levas and my homies eatin' faces

Cause he smokin' bath salts and you know it doesn't stop

So homie, load me up with more salts and some rocks

And I'm loadin' up some spice and you know it's nothin' nice

I'ma keep on smokin' till it takes my fuckin' life

Till I get caught slippin' and I'm caught with a filet-o

I'ma keep on makin' bricks and I'm makin' my dinero

Yeah, I'm slangin' sacks and I'm wanted by the jura

But I don't give a fuck, so homie, load me up the Fusca

Load me up a Cuete, yeah, you best respect it

You know me and my homies double-s and bangin' 13

Big Southside and you know we down to ride

From all my homies kickin' back with brown pride

And you know we got no fuckin' love for bitches wearin' red

And you bitches layin' dead cause yeah, that's what I said

And I've been bangin' since the days of my youth

And you know it's nothin' but the truth

When I get in the booth, it's that sick Syklon

Comin' out of Caldwell, enemies stepped up

But you know they all feel

Cuernos de chivo bucking enemigos

Y ya sabes que Syklon es bien decidido

To ride from my set till the day of my death

You know I'm gonna wreck it on the mic until I'm done

And you know that I'm still packin' up a fuckin' gun

And I live this fuckin' life cause I see this shit is fun

Posted on the block, got the homie by my side

Strapped with a fuckin' Cuete and a taser

Cause you know we out to fuckin' ride

Creepin' through the rival zone

But them bitches always fuckin' hidin

Yellin' out the trece cause you know we got pride

Puttin' in work, it's a must

For these down-ass Sureños

Chillin' with the demons

That's it, bangin' on Norteños

Throwin' up our fuckin' sets

Dog, we don't give two fucks

Set trippin' on the rival lane

As the homies fuckin' cut their bucks

Hollow tips in the clip

So you know we causin' damage

Rippin' open your flesh

Just like a motherfuckin' savage

In the streets, it's on sight

Cause that's how the fuck we get down

We ain't stoppin' till your death

Homie, we don't fuck around

Mobbin' foot patrol

Cause it's mandatory

When you active in the fuckin' hood

Young ass G's on the block

And we up to no good

Late night creepin

Now we got the fuckin' strap

If we catch a rival slippin

Best believe he's gettin' wiped

Off the fuckin' map