Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duende
Duende
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duende
Duende
Songwriter
Solis
Solis
Songwriter
Rodriguez
Rodriguez
Songwriter

Lyrics

What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
I stay gangstafied, blue rag ragging
5150 When I'm Mexican flagging
Puente ain't playing, don't you hear 'em all saying
First we gangbang, slang, then we partying
West Coast baby, got 'em bouncing off the roof
Got the game locked like a pitbull, woof
24/7 I can hear 'em all yelling
Haters most hated, I'm a worldwide felon
I'm Mexican but trip out the day we trade places
When I touch down it's the end of all races
I'm going all out even if I catch cases
It's all on the line and I'm holding four aces
Them dogs keep barking, these rots stay biting
They see me and hear me like thunder and lightning
Take the whole world, that's the right way to settle this
Going all out, that Chicago rap terrorist
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
Haters want to stick me but can't stick with me
Always pushed weight by the tons, you can't lift me
You get me, borracho in the F-150
Blue rag waving in the sky, you can't miss me
I'm looking for a reason to let rounds off, tempt me
50, And pull it 'til the whole clip's empty
I send back any money anybody sent me
Sent to the hospital with holes in their kidney
They talk a whole lot but they're scared to come get me
You vatos acting more like a female than Britney
It's simply and only the first of the worst
You feeling like in every last verse there's a curse
It's Southside baby, put that on my headstone
Cock 40 Glock, leave a happy home a dead home
It's a dead zone, everybody panics
'Cause I can make 'em vanish in English or in Spanish
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
Check the locks, get your nine Glocks, call the cops
I make the spot hot like it's hell on your block
It's time to make 'em all stop talking
West Coast pop locking, Southside Glock popping
We keep it rocking, everything or nothing
My rhymes hit their mind like a nine when I'm busting
Trust me, anybody rushing, I'm crushing
I'm high when I ride, not a soul that can touch me
Bring it, Killer Bee, it won't stop stinging
I'm the reason that you hear the church bells ringing
Kind of like Freddy, got 'em all dreaming
Bleeding, wake up in the midnight screaming
I'm going all out, everybody crossed out
Mobbing down the calle, sticking 40 Glocks out
I'm right here bringing mad heat
Don't expect to see nothing better 'cause there won't be
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
What, bring it
I'm going all out, 'til I stop breathing
I'm going all out, got 'em all screaming
I'm going all out, I'm going all out, I'm going all out
Written by: Duende, Rodriguez, Solis
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