Desperado
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My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
It's like 5 deep, homicides in the seat, so much of misery
Labelled a breeder so I'm a threat to society
Grew up with killers, worldwide mafia figures
Thug niggas who keep their fucking fingers on triggers
'Til the day that I'm leaving, 'til they stop me from breathing
I bet all these motherfucking gangsta niggas the reason for caskets
Tell these bastards, find 'em dead up in the plastic
The getaway car, we left 'em stankin' up in traffic
No life is drastic, fucking with these desperados
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
Seventeen shots, coming straight to your soul
Reginald, I'm down to ride with my desperados
Me and my gambinos, we strapped tight in all black
'Bout to hit the fucking streets, ready for the combat
You know them gambinos, we call them desperados
We trained to kill and fill bitch niggas' bodies with holes
My trigger's bangin', it's burnin', silver bullets you're earnin'
You cockroach, you wanna fuck with me, let's go on a journey
Gambino family my clique, label me a thug breeder
If I die, bury me with my heater
They wanna kill me and make me number one-eighty-seven
Any nigga run up wrong, nigga, I'm bustin' domes
'Cause I refuse to let a bitch nigga bury me
I stay strapped and I think this war's here to be
I wanna die with my motherfucking gambinos
In other words, I'm down to ride with my desperados
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
Me and my desperados, bustin' at you bitches through stormy weather
Nine milli Berettas, leave you haters with bloody sweaters
Boppin' these bitches, that's comin' for our family riches
And snitches gon' pay the cost, tryna fuck over these mob figures
My art of war is unknown, bustin' you bitches domes
Pistol packing that chrome, look at them niggas runnin' home
I make moves with Reginald, Fenoe, and Gotti
You gettin' rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty
You punk bitches gon' respect this nigga
I'm a crazy lil' motherfucker, always toting the trigger
Got my hand on four-fives, nigga, feel my fury
I'm busting slugs until I'm buried, nigga, behind my desperados
I dare you motherfuckers to cross my ties
And I swear on my life them motherfuckers gon' die
Give me the four-fives and vest, and they marked for death
Picture me and my desperados snatching your bread
It's Gotti the Coka Don, representin' it on tracks
With my family in this bitch, nigga, how you love that?
See the money in my eyes so I'm chasing for stacks
Fuck around if you wanna get your bitch ass whacked
The mini Mac, with the strap in the jacket, I'm stayin' strapped
For these bitch made niggas who wanna leave me flat
But fuck that, I'd rather grab the SKS
And put these coward ass, bitch ass niggas to rest
And you can put that on my motherfuckin' tatted arm
A hundred strong desperados, bustin' your dome
And it's on, gambinos blowin' the spot like Saddam
And I dare a motherfucker to cross me wrong
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos
Niggas like Melachi, Reginald, and Fenoe