Conejo Cold Blooded Love Lyrics

I'm solo, in my lane
With that old school music, mary jane
I'm insane, ese can't you tell
I'm that same muthuf*cka introduce you to shell
And my download sells, off the rack
Mr. Big Chain Snatcher is f*cken back
C Mac, is in this bitch
So abrete ala verga with that sucka shit
I'm ah needle, injecting the vein
I´m what you put into your pipe, that rock cocaine
You know the name, it's Big C Roca
Check the scheme, while you puff that mota
What's popping, got the 6 4 hopping
With that Bonarue apparel ese ain't no stopping
Ah rock beat, ese that's the code
Ese vatos broke out when the heddle grow

Ese cold blooded love is, what I'm giving
And maybe it's because of how I'm living
Hardest riddance, en el juego
Young trucos stay packing, that f*cken trueno
Ese cold blooded love, is what I'm giving
All up in your facial boy death can hit it
Highers bidding, from Conejo the grouch
Ese toking on ah blunt on the studio couch

I don't do no favors I ain't here to save you
It's the 50 dollar bill for the rock I gave you
I could take you, to ah higher degree
I don't think you could hang you ah f*cken flee This G, energy
I'm boomed out to the max D E 1 3
You ah f*ck boy, I´ll take your ruth away
You punks hit the ground when the Uzi spray
That's what I'm saying, don't rock with them
Hollow points hit the corner you gon' talk to them
And them canons, they stay around me holmes
I'm like ah Hawk on the look out for the enemy
holmes
That's tribo, but that's how it goes
Death take you on ah journey through the panic zone
I'm ah ice berg, sub zero freeze
Muthuf*ckers start dying when the shipment sea

Ese cold blooded love is what I'm giving
And maybe it's because of how I'm living
Hardest riddance, en el juego
Young trucos stay packing, that f*cken trueno
Ese cold blooded love, is what I'm giving
All up in your facial boy death can hit it
Highers bidding, from Conejo the grouch
Ese toking on ah blunt on the studio couch

I'm major, you that peeweelie
Ese one sign of pressure when you show for team
Foo I'm death, S S Chevy
Every 48 I gotta switch the celly
In the belly, of the beast
Mythical deliver re flooding the street
I bring heat, I spit that flame
My 92 demos focused on the gang