evilshxt Lyrics English Translation by Slayter
(feat. YOVNGCHIMI, Midnvght)
The usual suspects, motherfucker
On molly geeking with Nyxto again (Tell me, Nyxto; yah)
I’m drinking lean again (Again; yah)
With an AK pie again (AK pistol; yah)
In the city strapped in PX (Bitch)
Drum mag MPS (Brr)
I get out and kill you, NBA (NBA; grra, grra)
Hunting cold like Slay (Tell me, Slay)
I kill you lit on play (Haha)
The Patek Phillipe Frosted Flakes (Frosted Flakes), I got the diamonds on skate (On skate; rra)
From the yacht to the private jet to LA (To LA; prr), in roleplay, I live in GTA (GTA)
You die if I give the okay (Tell me), I kill you suffocated with the tape (Haha)
The stick in the trunk up front (Ah), the engine in the back, Ferrari, Glizzy Gvngster (Grr)
Nigga, what do you want? Me to be missing?
For me to run off with your bitch and buy her diamonds (Mwah)
I took her to Eliantte, not my fault she wants a thug (The thug)
This is the big shot’s Patek, the Grandmaster
Rocking a Richard Mille and everyone wants a master
In an F1 sports car at the wheel, world star, a singing big shot (You dig, bitch)
The 23 is loaded like a Mustang, small 300 Blackout and the tip (Ah)
I do you a fatality like Mortal Kombat, I got the stacks in front of an ass (Free, free)
I was in jail and came out for combat (Yeah), this bunch of niggas suck my dick (You dig?)
Came out of prison, already did 10 million, 2 billion streams with 90 songs (Ah-ah)
Okay, I’ll give you a few scares, you bitches got famous after imitating me (Bitch, bitch)
You’re miles away from reaching me, I even had to teach you how to negotiate (Hahaha)
Lit, the Madison Square Garden, I got a 47, the actor Kevin Gardner (Ah)
You’re my fan and now you wanna dive into me, I’m immortal, it’s hard to kill me (Shh)
On molly geeking with Nyxto again (Again)
I’m drinking lean again (Tell me, Nyxto)
With an AK pie again (Yo, Yecko; yeah)
In the city strapped in PX (PX)
Drum mag MPS (PS, brr)
I get out and kill you, NBA (NBA, Mvrda Gang)
Hunting cold like Slay (Tell me, Slay; yeah)
I kill you lit on play (Haha)
So much dripping, dripping, high fashion (Drink)
Three ounces of lean in the cup (Splash)
A gunshot, dance, Michael Jackson (Rra)
I get out the car and send a jump shot (Grr)
A couple of mags hooked up just in case (Haha)
The lawyer to fight the case (Yeah, yeah)
I got the gang tattooed on my arm (Gang, gang)
A bunch of shootings and you playing Black Ops, yeah, yeah (Prr)
Everyone’s drinking lean again, I told the bitch I quit (I quit, yeah)
50 in 2003, posted in Santurce like Ele D (2003)
Devil mode, Lucifer mode (Los Diablo’), I hooked up the AP and took off the Cartier (Free Ele D)
Everyone’s drinking Tris with El Chef, I checkmate you like in chess (Yeah)
We’re the terror like Osama Bin Laden (Bitch), if a war pops off, we all go in a tank (Rra)
I’m with CHIMI, I got a Draco under the jacket (Rra)
Saving up for the pot, not the Campbell’s soups (Los Diablo’)
A 30-round mag and a bullet in the chamber, prr
In case some dickrider gets brave (Tell him to cover up)
I’m seeing monsters, tell them to cover their faces (Cover up)
Hell is big and I’ll take you there for free, yeah (For free)
On molly geeking with Yecko again (Yeah)
I’m drinking lean again (Yeah, yeah)
With an AK pie again (Bitch)
In the city strapped in PX (In PX)
Drum mag MPS (Rra)
I get out and kill you, NBA (Rra, tell them, CHIMI)
Hunting cold like Slay (And ain’t nobody fucking with us, motherfucker, don’t play with us, bleed)
I kill you lit on play (And ain’t nobody fucking with us, motherfucker, don’t play with us; bleed, bitch)
Crazy to see him face to face
To empty the clear clip mag (Rrr)
Tell them, CHIMI, ain’t nobody fucking with us (Tell them, CHIMI)
You disrespect me, I curse your whole bloodline (Yeah, yeah)
You know I don’t run for nobody (Ah)
I don’t miss when I go out to hunt you
They already know we’re all like this (All like this)
I shoot shots through the east (Uh)
Three days I burn you, no smell left
I send zombies to infect you (Skrrt)
Sipping Quagen inside the Ecuestre (Yeah)
I’ve been studying all of them for months
The little bed’s been ready for months
Kidnapped and tortured, make him confess
A beat of blood, breaking bones
You were always trash (Bitch)
On the track hunting with CHIMI again (With CHIMI)
I came back to the pickies again (Long live the Perco)
The R-Sport in MIA (Yeah)
And the AK pistol NBA (Uh-uh)
I came down with Los Diablo’ from Llorens (Rrr, yeah)
And all the ninjas from VB (Playita)
I got your runner as a hostage (Damn, you hear me, dickrider? Bitch)
The shooter, I killed him (Yeah)
Pussy (Mmm)
Stop playin’ with, once again, nigga (Ah), once again, nigga
Yecko, ah
The [?] of the city (Pussy)
Criminal activities, bandit bitches, swallow it, baby
Tell me, CHIMI
Tell me, Glizzy Gvng, yeah, yeah
You already know, bitch, stop playin’ with us, yeah
I don’t play, bih
Pussy
Los Diablo’
Tell me, Yecko, damn
Tell me, CHIMI
Free Pausa, free Dobleta, you hear me?
Prr, Mvrda Gang
The usual suspects, motherfucker
Bitch
Tell me, Veneno, damn, we’re well hated, you hear me?
On molly geeking with Nyxto again
I’m drinking lean again
With an AK pie again
In the city strapped in PX
Drum mag MPS
I get out and kill you, NBA
Hunting cold like Slay
I kill you lit on play
Haha