Peloteando (feat. SUERTE & Wheezy) - Un Loco Del Barrio

(Wheezy outta here) These nigga lame than a motherfucker Free my thug, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy What it is? Uh, uh, uh Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk (talk) Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks (bap) And, my youngins tsunami the block (woo) Got a VVS stone on all of my kids Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (yeah) Just say, "Top, don't stop" (uh-uh) I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges (bitch, yeah) I went bought new image straight out the dеntist I can't stop the reppin', keep the dеad in my mentions We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence I got sonic jets to get me from the Magnolia Makin' sure they hear me clear all through your city (yeah) Play with her cat, she fuck up inside my Bentley (hold up, wow, wow) Play with that sack, got to run it through that, and I get it (wow, wow) We 'bout to come for the high, ten million We slimin', we grimin', we come up from robbin' And every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant (I meant) No understandin' with half my women She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off (uh) Startin' shit at the house with half of my bitches, she trippin' (uh, uh) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment Since I'm holdin' the trenches, fuck it I got the economy movin' on side of me 'Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin' I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin Now, I got the remedy, chemistry They thought that they knew I'd fumble (they thought) Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin' Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer (skrrt, skrrt) See the print on my hip, that that blick, play wit' Llama We kill you, what they gon' run say to your mama Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral I don't like to get even, I'm really a general Don't send me on beats, I'm not spittin' on nothin' Fuck with my niggas, Wheezy, more Wheezy (Wheezy outta here) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Wheezy, more Wheezy

Yeah (Wheezy outta here) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy It's Young Gunna, Wunna, Young NAV, and Young Wheezy Young Gunna, Young Wunna, Young NAV, and Young Wheezy (slatt) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin Stick in her pussy, it's loosenin', yeah (ooh) I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit (it's lit) Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead (nobody) I done got rich, but I still ain't a lick Take a Perc' 30 whenever I'm sick Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30 (uh-huh) F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (uh-huh) Wide body swervin', Rolls-Royce, that's for certain (skrrt, skrrt) Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip We the big dawgs and these lil' niggas shrimps Vegas, I spent 20K on the strip Neighborhood blue on the 'Vette, that's for Nip' XO, YSL, in the game off the rip Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Came out the jungle with tigers and apes Can't believe Cash's studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE) Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (let's go) Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin' And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (yeah) Pull up to functions, my name on the banner Still walkin' through the back door with my hammer (no cap) Told these lil' boys, they don't want smoke Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana Come between me and my blues and get handled I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (yeah) If I run into a problem with cake I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (whip) Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter Catchin' yo' bitch is like catchin' the opps I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

En mi soleda te espero como siempre, Dios te canvie el alma para ser feliz. Q sepas que en la via de todo se aprende Que el mundo no se iso solo para ti, Que existe gente buena que te nesesita, Y que vive sufriendo por ti... AY PORQUE TODO SE LO LLEVA EL AIRE SE LO LLEVA EL AIRE Y TU TE QUEA SOLO... EL LOCO DEL BARRIO LE DISEN EN CASA Y EL SOLO QUIERE TOCAR LA GUITARRA LLORAR POR LAS MANOS SENTIR QUE SUS NOTAS LE ABRASAN EL ARMA... (BIS) Limpia tu jelia y no pierda er tiempo, No piense que tu orgullo tiene la rason, Agaxa la cabesa y abrete los ojo, Y escuxa los latios de tu corason, El ritmo de la sangre te dara consejo, Y sueña que esta via es solo x amo. AY PORQUE TODO SE LO LLEVA EL AIRE SE LO LLEVA EL AIRE Y TU TE QUEA SOLO... EL LOCO DEL BARRIO LE DISEN EN CASA Y EL SOLO QUIERE TOCAR LA GUITARRA LLORAR POR LAS MANOS SENTIR QUE SUS NOTAS LE ABRASAN EL ARMA...