Lyrics
can t you hear me tryin
can t you hear me crawling
Plus i got the mind of a psycho, i m thinking well they might go, die in the middle of the street
Can t you hear me mamaco, they front me work
We dumb lampin, you fake niggas never seen what i seen, i m seeing red in the back of my whip
Can t you hear me tryin, can t you hear me callin
I m seeing red in the back of my whip, can t you hear me mamaco
i m right up
can t you hear me mamaco
True hustlers stay good with connects, this is mob shit so niggas move illegal
can t you hear me mamaco
Can t you hear me tryin, it ain t time yet, they front me work
that mean it s a lot of chickens in my kitchen to boil
Can t you hear me crawling, that s the friendship
dos veintitres out the ar one cinco
I m seeing red in the back of my whip, man i swear i heard them roosters screamin, watch em fall slow
Can t you hear me crawling, can t you hear me mamaco
Can t you hear me mamaco, my hand is on my rifle
Fake niggas never seen what i seen baby, we dumb lampin, can t you hear me mamaco
Can t you hear me mamaco, they damn near ain t coming out Husalah, loading up to hit heads
It ain t time yet, know what i m sayin Mamaco, watch em fall slow
know what i m sayin
that s the friendship
Can t you hear me crawling, we just camping out
Can t you hear me callin, we dumb lampin, can t you hear me tryin