Americas Favelas Lyrics

All these guns in this whip and they fully loaded

Too much money in our pockets and we cannot fold it

When they hear my rhymes, they gon' know a bully wrote it

Heard the feds swept your gang, half you goofies folded

You ain't built for this game, better sit in the bleachers

Winter time on the block, gotta stay with the heater

Hit that pussy from the back, on god, I'm a beater

But if the bitch act stupid, no cap, I'ma leave her

Stomped on his face, red bottomed my sneaker

Wanna make a song, I need 2,000 a feature

What you paying for a P?

I'll get it to you cheaper

Real shit, real knowledge, bumping through the speakers

Really living what we rhyme, this is more than rapping

While you on Instagram, capping in your captions

Dropping lows on your story, they gon' catch you lacking

Off the Xans and sum juice foreign whip crashing

If the devil ask to dance, then you better say never

Cause a dance with the devil might last you forever

So only shoot it when you need to, not because they tell you

We all Thuggin In Americas Favelas

This the life that we live it gets mainey baby

Big licks and shootouts, late nineties, baby

She thinking they gon' kill me cause I'm living crazy

Conversations with the higher power, "can you save me"

Real gold, real silver, real diamonds shining

Told the bitch do what I tell you like I'm Simon

Offering a plea deal, but I don't wanna sign it

The suckers like, Waldo, man it's hard to find em

When I find em, I'm gon' flip they ass

Couple back shots, left the face down in the grass

Downed his ass when I saw em that's some instant grad'

That's how we really live, fuck Instagram

Money on my mind, I'm always down to get some bucks

Afterwards I'm tryna fuck

I'm tryna bust some nuts

And after that I'm tryna slide, pop em in the guts

Gut shot, chest shot, left em in the cuts