| My room is full of that smoke | 
| I’m fucken high, delusional. | 
| Let the motherfuckin' gun bust | 
| Southside and the color of my rag I trust | 
| Rush, enemies for the fuck of it | 
| I smoke weed for the fuck of it | 
| From not getting, then I might be focused on my hustlin'. | 
| Two bad bitches that I just met, two bad bitches got a husband | 
| Sucios life, trust me, I give em love, nothing | 
| I’m from the rugged ass streets | 
| Where the motherfuckers die when they go against me | 
| '45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery. | 
| (sucios.that mob life) | 
| (sucios.that mob life) | 
| (Rollin' blunts. loading guns) | 
| (my enemies it’s onsight) | 
| That bang bang bang… | 
| Bang bang bang… | 
| Bang bang bang | 
| Load em up | 
| Load em up… | 
| This ones for the Capo | 
| Escobar on that Pablo | 
| Music for them D-boys | 
| Musica for them Narcos | 
| Dolla bills, dolla bills | 
| The king so sick, I needa pop a pill | 
| Success feels good, I tell you how I feel | 
| Baby Gunz countin' money in a powerwheel | 
| Two deep in a Bonneville | 
| Youtube views, can you count a mill? | 
| & another mill, I need a hundred more | 
| My bitch counting money we could flood the floor | 
| I needed a blunt so I went, hit the store | 
| Called em to the P, said I needed some more | 
| 818 to the 714 | 
| Sucio with that mob life | 
| (sucios.that mob life) | 
| (sucios.that mob life) | 
| (Rollin' blunts. loading guns) | 
| (my enemies it’s onsight) | 
| That bang bang bang… | 
| Bang bang bang… | 
| Bang bang bang | 
| Load em up | 
| Load em up… |