Lil Cuete Follow

Pushin For The Cuete Cuz They Coming Out Blasting
Leavin Mutha Fuckas Getting Buried In Thier Casket
Why Is It This Way
Living That Crazy Life Everyday Everyday
Is The Same Old Way Getting Blazed
Catching The Specifict Coming Down The Wrong Way
On The One Way Street
Packin Heat
Bald And Creased
Call The Police
Cuz You Know There’s Gonna Be Another Fuckin Muerte
To Balazos From My Cuete
357 Magnam
Cuz His Toe Tag Is Stickin Out The Body Bag
Til We Shot The Spot
So We Don’t Get Caught, Revolver So I Keep My Shells, Keep My Shells,
No Witnesses, So No One Tells, No One Tells
That’s How It Is When You Livin That Crazy Life
You Might Live Today But Might Die Tonight So I Ain’t Goin Out Without A Fight
Got My Target In My Sight
Put My Cuete Put Tight And I Lightem Up
Cuz I Don’t Give A Fuck
Cuz Every Walkero I Know Is Sick
Stackinem Up
None Of My Homies Are Giving A Fuck
Down For Whatever Your Body Or Several Whenever I’ll Never Show Weakness
So When You Fuck With Me
Its Time For My Balas To Meet Your Destiny For Testing Me

I’m Loading Up My Gun
I Got You Levas On The Run
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation
Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing
I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My
Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz
Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be
So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition
You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition
Keep On Wishin
You Tried To Test Me Why
Did You Think I Was Gonna Back Down It’s Too Late
Let’s Test Your Faith
How Many Balas You Think You Could Take
Make No Mistake
Cuz I Never Roll Fake
You Might Not Be Dead But Your Body Will Ache
Your Homie Is Standing There Watching You Shake
Tippin That Tab And I’m Starting Our Bake
Trippin Out That I Stand Blasting
All Of You Bitches Putting Your Word
You Wishin And Wishin But Wishes Don’t Work
In The Real Life You Might Think You Crazy But What Are You Now
Getting Placed Underground
So I Piss On Your Grave Cuz I know You Insane
So Let’s See Who’s First
To Ride In The Hurse
You Think That You’re Deadly I’m Worse
Smoking That Sweet And I Don’t Give A Fuck What You Think
Killer Instinct
Blasting These Levas Until They’re Extinct
Watching Me Creep
Put’em To Sleep
Bury Those Bodies Six Feet Deep
Where Ther Never To Be Found
Smokin A Pound A Week
Watching My Back Without Even A Blink
Always Got One Loaded In The Chamber
Releasing My Anger
Cuz These Suckas Get Me Pissed
Whenever They’re Fucking With This
Number One Gun
That Son Of A Gun
So You Know That I’m Ready
Holdin It Steady
Getting Revenge, Cuz Were Just Getting Ready
On The Serio Side
Takin You Out Cuz I Don’t Give A Fuck If I Die

I’m Loading Up My Gun
I Got You Levas On The Run
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation
Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing
I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My
Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz
Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be
So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition
You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition
Keep On Wishin
I Am What I Am And That’s All That I Am
So I See My Grandmother To Hem My Pants
Crease, Posted Up In My Gangster stand
Heres Your Chance For Your To Go Battle With One Way Loko With Tats On His Chest.
There’s Only One Way About
It In The Back Smoking The Sky Is Cloudy
My Little Sick Dog
Is Poping One Off.
My Gun In Your Mouth
And You’re Starting To Cough, You’re Gasping For Air
But Still I Don’t Care
Cuz You Were Thinking It’s Crazy To Stare
But You Soon Found Out
When I Laid You Out
Got Another Murder Under My Bow
Cuz Ima Sick Ass Walkero From The South
East Los Norwalk Is My Home
Where I’m From
Where I Roam
Getting Stoned
Because Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk
And Nothing But The Walking Get Me
Its Time To See
Who Is Here But It Aint For Free
Doin Pay Your Vida
Homie Mira
Cuz I Aint Playin No Games
If You Wanna Come Bang Lest's Bang
Lets See Which One Of Us Could Hang
But It Aint No Thang
All Of My Perros Are Brought Up The Same
Crazy Insane
Barrio Norwalk Los One Way Gang

I’m Loading Up My Gun
I Got You Levas On The Run
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation
Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing
I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My
Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz
Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be
So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition
You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition
Keep On Wishin

I’m Loading Up My Gun
I Got You Levas On The Run
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Tonight’s Gonna Get Done
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Smoking Blunts To Get Spun
I’m Loading Up My Gun
Cuz Tonight’s Gonna Get Done
Wont Leave Til I Get One