Eddie and Rey

Uh, uh, uh-huh, ayy, bitch, uh-huh, ayy, bitch, ayy, yo, ayy, ayy Look, chop his body up and throw his ass inside the slicer Been givin' out quarters to all my first-time buyers Let it rip, I grab that chainsaw like Michael Myers Was cumbia dancin' with the devil, standin' in a cypher You hang around with clowns you can't expect to get respect I'm in the club spillin' Henny, givin' shoulder checks My credit's still a mess, I couldn't buy no L.S But I got me 50 large, I'm a cop the T-Rex Ayy, end of the rainbow is nothin' but dirty secrets Dirty pistols with extendos and lasers for all my heathens Made in hell like mao zadong, makin' records and gettin' even No sympathy for the weakling, he leakin' through the sole of his sneakers So careful with where you're steppin' and step inside the deep end Been shattered for several reasons, my body got seven lesions My lessons learned in religion, my face familiar in regions My bentley the color Reese's, ayy Was fighting during recess, the case that I'm fightin' recent We workin' to get it reset, my lawyer sat next to Jesus D.A. sat was next to Judas, been at it before computers Computin' misinformation, misleading losers I lost myself to the power found myself staying neutral I woke up out of my slumber with hunger, I wasn't used to I heard your new records and they all doodoo, yea they doodoo Ayy, Basura, Go. Look All that cappin' and yappin', your raps ain't good enough Wearin' every flag on your neck, don't know what hood from Keep a strap inside of my jacket, call it my hoodie gun Told my shorty I ain't no rapper, I'm just good with guns Homie told me break him off, told him it's a private plan Outside holdin' iron like a nonstick frying pan Keepin' all my money, I can't give it to no Uncle Sam IRS gon' set me up, so f*ck it, we got other plans I'm in Italy, why you been talkin' bout another man Keep it at a hundred, you can't keep it G, so f*ck your hand Man, what the f*ck is up? Why you tryna buck Always cryin' and then whinin', you need to shut the f*ck Rosie told me send the bread, told her that it wouldn't send Cashapp acting up, plus I ain't sendin' you no fuckin' band Sour Skittle, Jolly Ranchers, smokin' on some different plans Made a bakers dozen, now they callin' me the muffin man Glass bottle, Benjamin ain't sippin', out no fuckin' can Hunnid K's, spent on nothin' all because I fuckin' can Yeah, we here, we live Could you survive