357 Lyrics English Translation by YOVNGCHIMI
Yecko on the beat
Glizzy Gang
Money way
Murder gang
The owners of the killings, those who command the metro, sons of a great whore
Without escort with my demons
With the dracos and with the Glocks
Sports cars, the Corvettes
And the Trackhawks pulling up
Affiliated mob ties with the devils and with the Bloods
Trafficking Snow White
Kilos for the north, Santa Claus
Red Lamborghini 27
In the Hiram Bithorn with all the homies
Switch gang, always with the choppa
357, moving like Cepe
On go like sleazy
I’m a big stepper
The pri detonates them with the 17
Attachments on all the toys
Forget an opp
Tell them to squeeze
Wipe a nigga’s nose
Shot from the Ghost
From the Maybach
762, we’ll put you on a post
In the voices of the south
We burn you in the trunk
A million in the stash, buried in the coffin
I’m a young goat, nigga
A legend
And I like pulling triggers
100k on the chain, and I don’t care if they investigate me
We close the shops, and if they want war, let them decide
We erase the faces; the ranks no longer intimidate us
Without escort with my demons
With the dracos and with the Glock
Sports cars, the Corvettes
And the Trackhawks pulling up
Affiliated mob ties with the devils and with the Bloods
Trafficking Snow White
Kilos for the north, Santa Claus
Drill, drill, drill, drill, drill a nigga
You can’t hang, and you can’t claim the gang if you ain’t killed a nigga
Hop out, he slipped like bananas, peel a nigga
I ain’t talking no gas station; how we come through fill a nigga
Get out, hawk a nigga, stalk a nigga, fill him up with lead
I might just put pants on the Glock ’cause this bitch did come with a leg
Forget a leg shot, tryna catch me a top, hit me a head
Hit me a human; I’ma keep dumping this Glock ’til I see red
I’ma keep blowing, keep blowing the Glock ’til I can’t blow no more
We blew the opps out already; we ain’t gotta score no more
Face shot, next shot, chest shot, gut
They saying this shit unfair, how we keep fucking them up
They saying this shit unfair, the trigger comes with a hair
The glizzy comes with a switch, the magazine comes with tits
This beef shit comes with a body; this gang shit comes with a case
Dissing on me ain’t safe ’cause Baghdad comes with a K
Without escort with my demons
With the dracos and with the Glock
Sports cars, the Corvettes
And the Trackhawks pulling up
Affiliated mob ties with the devils and with the Bloods
Trafficking Snow White
Kilos for the north, Santa Claus