Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Guerro, artist - Scrim. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
El Guerro |
| Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer |
| Hahahahahaha |
| In New Orleans, murder make you popular |
| You murder a few people, the women gonna love you |
| That’s crazy, it sounds crazy, it is crazy. |
| But, that’s New Orleans |
| Everybody wanna be attached to something |
| Creeping out the back with my knife tucked |
| Sharpened up to slash, leave a gash in your fucking guts |
| Hanging off the bridge, broken limbs, neck broke and crack |
| OG Lil Slick, life shit, bury me in black |
| I’m picking it up and running, steady gunning from all of the fucking 5−0 |
| Gunning, stunning, sonning, I die for my brothers |
| Better run for cover when I turn to the fucking serpent |
| Neck jerking, one eye cracked behind the curtain, so fucking worthless |
| Let it resonate, don’t hesitate |
| Chaos, I create |
| Born to burn in place |
| Fix your motherfucking face (Yeah) |
| Got a bitch in the back, got a bitch in the front |
| One won’t stop complaining, the other rolling a blunt |
| Gold fronts, bitch, I’m shining, driver seat a recliner |
| Designing life at my fingers |
| Stunna, baby, big timer, juggle the world in my palm |
| I palm pilot a storm, I call the locust to swarm, bitch |
| Coming with a gun and my body, becoming everything I wasn’t |
| Fuck, fucking with the gang, put a bullet in your face |
| No trace, no chase, leave it, no case |
| Young Christ, disgrace, six foot grave |
| Devil songs, demonic praise |
| In a haze, I think I’m crazed |
| Spot my prey and then I slay |
| Hold up, you might get your head knocked off |
| Riding round town with the chopper |
| Fuck the law, cocking on a copper |
| Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka |
| Nose dust white from the cocaine |
| Running around life with a blown brain |
| Insane motherfucker, light the butane |
| Burn it down 'til it’s just ash and flames |
| Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains |
| Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain |
| Hold up, you might get your head knocked off |
| Riding round town with a chopper |
| Fuck the law, cocking on a copper |
| Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka |
| Nose dust white from the cocaine |
| Running around life with a blown brain |
| Insane motherfucker, light the butane |
| Burn it down 'til it’s just ash and flames |
| Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains |
| Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain |