Isaac Yeska - San Diego (feat. Drojas)

Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit
San Diego where it’s at and we run shit
Set this bitch on fire you better run quick
On the border where we wait for the shipments
Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit
Fuck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence
Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric
But we still stay strapped like a terrorist
Pedal to the metal and I’m toppin’ out
Say my mothafuckin' name and I’m poppin’ out
All black hemi see me hoppin’ out
With some mothafuckin' goons to stomp’em out
Down to split noodles like it’s chow mein
Down to light your grill like I’m propane
They love me on these tracks like it’s cocaine
Rockin these spirits like I’m Cobain
Make it all messy, make it worth while
Cuz these bullets go In-N-Out animal style
Sweeney Todd slayin’em with the crazy hair
Then have your throat slit in the barber chair
Family at the morgue, body in the fridge
If you get caught on the wrong side of the Coronado bridge
Off the rip, pull a lick, do it quick, then walk it off on my Fernando Tatis shit
Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit
San Diego where it’s at and we run shit
Set this bitch on fire you better run quick
On the border where we wait for the shipments
Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit
Fuck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence
Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric
But we still stay strapped like a terrorist
South Dago where we pickin’ up the shipments
There’s a different price for every man on the hit list
We got little homies that we send on missions
You hear the steel click then you’re sleeping with the fishes
It takes a different man to make it in this business
Long nights, won’t sleep till we finished
Man this money so deep in our denim
That we just bought a car we no longer in them
So we hittin’ different routes
There’s too much action on the 805 south
And you won’t be laughing when the boss finds out
Wrap your ass in plastic, send it to your mom’s house
Cuz I’m on my grind now
Took a couple years but it’s my time now
Make the haters lie down
And you know they’re trippin’ cuz this is my town
Westcoast yea we down with the bullshit
San Diego where it’s at and we run shit
Set this bitch on fire you better run quick
On the border where we wait for the shipments
Mexicans yea we down with the bullshit
Fuck Trump and his mothafuckin’ new fence
Gotta beat them with your words and your rhetoric
But we still stay strapped like a terrorist

Written by:
Daniel Rojas, Isaac Romero

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