Don Eladio

Lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah One, two Yeah One, two Yeah One, two 7L, what up, pa? Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy Listen, yeah [Verse 1] Great initiation was granted until it dawned on me That I was born to be the destruction storming on Normandy The shotty make your soul evaporate, like it was sorcery I walk accordingly, 'cause the horror hardly haunted me 'Cause God rewarded me but the lonely poverty torture me For talking awkwardly on the Holy Portion He offered me He walk with me and taught mе the inexplicable conjuring Thе offering, the thieving, the stolen Father of larceny I'm talking cautiously, the Malaysian modern monarchy The darkening, the weakness, the vision loss of the Valkyrie The hauntening, the start of the martyr, all the debauchery The archery, the shooter, the cornerstone of idolatry The hammer connoisseur, my thoughts always a hawk on me You walk to me so I can just mark it off of the glossary The slick-talking type, with a Scientologist auditing The blood sacrifice, I offer your head as an offering [Hook:] I'm an OG shoota, I'm gifted with the Ruger Ain't nobody gunning for me I'm a sawed-off holder, straps on both shoulders Ain't nobody coming for me I'm a black-tar pusha, Superfly Snooka Never put a body on me I'm a stone cold stunner, .50 cal. gunner Ain't nobody fucking with me [Verse 2] Yeah The new government, my blood is a lot darker Leatherface accelerate like a Dodge Charger Why bother, Hail Mary's and Allfathers The goat offering is devotion to God's karma The soul of the spirit is present in God's armor This a mercy killing, I done it in God's honor Knife work nice, I swipe like a sharp carver The ACP will burn 'em like hot lava Money scared, he sweat bullets like hot sauna Body parts everywhere like they got Dahmer This chopper gon' make y'all strip but it's not Gaza The Sabbath wasn't made for man but it got darker Han fate would have been changed if he shot Jabba The army gon' blow those trumpets like Art Farmer The new SIG MPX is a lot larger It's ambidextrous and it kick like a locked locker [Hook:] I'm an OG shoota, gifted with the Ruger Ain't nobody gunning for me I'm a sawed-off holder, straps on both shoulders Ain't nobody coming for me I'm a black-tar pusha, Superfly Snooka Never put a body on me I'm a stone cold stunner, .50 cal. gunner Ain't nobody fucking with me [Outro:] (Fading out progressively) Ain't nobody fucking with me Ain't nobody fucking with me Ain't nobody fucking with me Ain't nobody fucking with me