QEPDC Lyrics English Translation by YOVNGCHIMI
Rest in peace, damn
A gunshot to the tombstone
You’re going to die
And it’s in the quickest way
9×19, the Glock drum with 24 in the clip, do the math
(It’s Murda Gang)
I got too many racks
And I want more, it’s a sickness
Watching the brother cook the crack
And since that day, I haven’t looked back
In the hood, working the four-track
Respect the codes
Respect the street, respect the thugs, respect the Glocks
My name on the street is historic
If the goat points at you, I’ll crush you
We kill on sight
It’s Murda Gang, we don’t fight
I’ve been real G all my life
Damn, I feel like Mike
Wockhart in the Sprite
On the KTM with the MP5
We’re going to kill you wherever we catch you
You already know how we do it
We light up the rifles, spitting venom
I’m a son of a bitch, in the fire, I burn
With the devils of Lloren
Either you get out of the way or we’ll move you
And if you brag about power
The guns against you, we’ll ignite them, damn
And they all have a button
And it’s to bust your melon
So you don’t act like a big shot
The rifle chota devours you for being a loudmouth
Without underestimating
They have to suck
It’s the new wave that comes to kill
If you disrespect us, we aim without hesitation and we’ll shoot
Tell Yovngchimi
Let them suck it all, they’re all fake
I’m a serial killing
In the name of the dead, we light the Phillies
This is gangsta shit forever
And whoever dares
My demons, hungry, will bury you in a cave
He who licks, burns
And my balls tell me not to fear death (Never)
Real G forever (Uh-huh)
Real G forever
Criminal singer
The gangster mafia
VVS diamonds are the diamonds
In the CRF, the glock is up front
We enter shows with masks and gloves
And that’s to give you
A gunshot, we won’t lose
Glizzy Glock double murder
The family that never dies
Certified real G
I told the goat, let’s mess up a drill
A hundred in the Lambo, it looks like a hot wheels
I got the demons all on pills
Codeine, you know I don’t spill
Tell Nengo real with the real
Too cold with my gang
The devils of Lloren, we leave them in the day
I don’t measure strength with novices
Baby goat, I really kill them
In the hotel lobby with a Draco
Smoke up gang, we turn you into gelato
And I keep singing and representing
My devils know who I hang with
G4 Money way, a lot of fronting, the packs in the hood
Rest in peace, damn
A gunshot to the tombstone
All the glocks are fast
We’re going to mess up your stamina
They’ll have to respect in some way
My soldiers transform
The Rs deform you
If war forms
They will fall
We’re shepherding with high-powered rifles
And if we’re going to solve it
That’s a given
I grab the mic, light it up, and your armor is screwed
Sure death
Heading for the dark tomb
I have a demon whispering in my ear
Shoot with the burra and do something crazy
Empty all the clips until they drop the churra, you understand