Colombian Survival Tactics by Cocaine Killaz Lyrics
[Verse 1: Nile B]
Cocaine killa I'm Colombian
We runnin' 'round like hooligans
I'm Pablo Escobarred up killin' others for the hell of it
I ain't snortin' coke, I'm sellin' it, startin' rebellions
Like yelling through the streets "Who wants seconds?!" I got hell of it
I'ma convicted felon bitch I kidnap, I sell dope, I neck snap, I kill hope, where yo wife at? I kill those
Bogota's people all hooked on coke and dope
I keep supplyin' supplyin' I keep on doin' the most
I left you cryin' and cryin' I left yo family a ghost
You keep on lyin' and lyin' gonna be the murder she wrote because
I never really cared 'bout nothing but the bag
It's Colombian I'm ruthless then you really start to lag
You got insomnia
I'm coming for you loaded with ma tommy gun
Plata o Plomo, better take this bribe or get the gat
[Verse 2: Young Kavash]
Cocaine Killaz we serve hundreds for them dealers
Making dirty money moving bags it's not a fad
Plata o Plomo want us to kill yo dad
The way I'm cutting coke It ain't the same as dope
The way I move they wish they know
It's all about the dough so you forget the weed I'm killing so
Move
Or you gon' sleep forever
Cause they way over head this how I'm writing lyrics
About yo family and how I killem I ain't no interception
Wait for my money send the shooters got no time for testing
I ain't no teacher but I'm teaching all these fucking lessons
We selling coke this ain't no motherfucking lemonade stand
Cause you don't seem to understand let me make a suggestion
Pay me what you owe me or get visited by Smith and Wesson
[Verse 3: Nile B, Young Kavash]
Nile B:
Aye Kavash you should tell those people bout' those Rast Rojos who pulled up we were in Cali moving pounds
So we cruising through the city got a couple kilos with me and I look to see behind me see Rast Rojos looking funny (lookin dummy?)
Lookin' dummy they start speedin' for the money I said things are gettin' ugly
Nile had'em looking clumsy
So I gassed it but luckily I had the strap on me, bullets blasting
Do what we gotta do to save the money
I ain't askin' no questions when I got the drugs with me catch'em lackin' I'm sneaking through the traps to move the bags in
We packin' them bricks we moving fat we movin' traffic
Sellin' in our area that's when we start the slashing
I got all the shit you need from molly to the acid
We own the whole country all them other dealers slackin
WE JUST COCAINE KILLAZ MAKIN' MONEY LIKE IT'S MAGIC!
Cocaine killa I'm Colombian
We runnin' 'round like hooligans
I'm Pablo Escobarred up killin' others for the hell of it
I ain't snortin' coke, I'm sellin' it, startin' rebellions
Like yelling through the streets "Who wants seconds?!" I got hell of it
I'ma convicted felon bitch I kidnap, I sell dope, I neck snap, I kill hope, where yo wife at? I kill those
Bogota's people all hooked on coke and dope
I keep supplyin' supplyin' I keep on doin' the most
I left you cryin' and cryin' I left yo family a ghost
You keep on lyin' and lyin' gonna be the murder she wrote because
I never really cared 'bout nothing but the bag
It's Colombian I'm ruthless then you really start to lag
You got insomnia
I'm coming for you loaded with ma tommy gun
Plata o Plomo, better take this bribe or get the gat
[Verse 2: Young Kavash]
Cocaine Killaz we serve hundreds for them dealers
Making dirty money moving bags it's not a fad
Plata o Plomo want us to kill yo dad
The way I'm cutting coke It ain't the same as dope
The way I move they wish they know
It's all about the dough so you forget the weed I'm killing so
Move
Or you gon' sleep forever
Cause they way over head this how I'm writing lyrics
About yo family and how I killem I ain't no interception
Wait for my money send the shooters got no time for testing
I ain't no teacher but I'm teaching all these fucking lessons
We selling coke this ain't no motherfucking lemonade stand
Cause you don't seem to understand let me make a suggestion
Pay me what you owe me or get visited by Smith and Wesson
[Verse 3: Nile B, Young Kavash]
Nile B:
Aye Kavash you should tell those people bout' those Rast Rojos who pulled up we were in Cali moving pounds
So we cruising through the city got a couple kilos with me and I look to see behind me see Rast Rojos looking funny (lookin dummy?)
Lookin' dummy they start speedin' for the money I said things are gettin' ugly
Nile had'em looking clumsy
So I gassed it but luckily I had the strap on me, bullets blasting
Do what we gotta do to save the money
I ain't askin' no questions when I got the drugs with me catch'em lackin' I'm sneaking through the traps to move the bags in
We packin' them bricks we moving fat we movin' traffic
Sellin' in our area that's when we start the slashing
I got all the shit you need from molly to the acid
We own the whole country all them other dealers slackin
WE JUST COCAINE KILLAZ MAKIN' MONEY LIKE IT'S MAGIC!