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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
SPM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Guardiola
Joseph Guardiola
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No nuts, no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage when you kill that punk for me
Drink some more forty, fuck my lil' shorty
Pick out your ride, luxurious and sporty
Money is no object for this killer project
I'll buy you a low-low that bounce like a hot chick
You always have my back, my number one soldado
Watch the time fly on this diamond laced Movado
Me, I'm rollin' in the two-tone Corvette
My third wife ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records, bang outta Texas
Real **** eatin' emcees for breakfast
Relentless when they hand me the steel
Get your family killed like Amityville
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
I pimp two bitches, Mary Jane and Snow White
[Verse 2]
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos from L-Bs to kilos
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos, stackin' them C notes
[Verse 3]
See it proud on my motherfuckin' face, is this the place
Get my pocket, nothin' but big face dollar billers
See me rollin' in these motherfuckin' streets with these killers
Get on my lap, make a left on Hiller
Give me shouts out, and dap, yo SPM, pass me the gat
So I can show these motherfuckers where my heart is at
Catch me in the back of that Benzino, countin' all my C notes
**** JP, where the fuck we gon' go?
Blowin' all this smoke, straight flowin' out the window
I though you knew we blowin' two sticks of indo, no turnin' back, bro
Continuin' on my hustle though
I ain't comin' up short, must maintain, ain't that right ho, oh
You see me at the show, chillin' with them blunt masters
Twisted off that Green Dragon sticky with that V S O P
Puta, you couldn't even see me
Talkin' 'bout, ain't that Chewy from that TV
[Verse 4]
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos, puttin' it down with my peoples
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos stayin' incognito
[Verse 5]
Illegal amigos, yeah, they be my people
We connected like dots, exchangin' C notes for kilos
Ask, my **** Nino, he know
How to make a hunnid thousand dollars if we started from zero
Now, we got connections from Chicago to LA
The whole Midwest, we even got Montego Bay
We went from pounds to pounds, and then keys to keys
And I still keep my eyes on my enemies
[Verse 6]
They said we big ballin'
That's what I'm tellin' my people
Affiliated, la connecta, illegal amigos
Blunt master C, South Park Mexican
Brown Tribe, Nino and my boy Cage Sam
Outlaw hoodlums, Capone and the Essex
Chuy Loko, Falcon, and Latin Mistress
Illegal amigos the Mexican connection
Everything from keys to pounds to automatic weapons
Big ballin'
[Verse 7]
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos from L-Bs to kilos
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos stackin' them C notes
[Verse 8]
As the sun goes down, we begin to post up
I done cooked my coke up, and my dope is no bunk
Don't fight the feelin', eventually you give in
S.P.M. rock the world that you live in
Street raised for combat, hollerin', where the bomb at?
Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a drawback
I go all out, walk down the wrong route
Gone south, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials
I twist y'all **** up like pretzels
Man, quién soy, Carlos Coy
Eighty G's a month, stayin' self employed
Killin' 'em softly, raisin' 'em off me
They askin' me if I'm the best, I tell 'em probably
You fellas is jealous, on my dick like relish
I promise I'ma show your bitch ass where hell is
[Verse 9]
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos, puttin' it down with my peoples
You can't hang with illegal amigos
Illegal amigos stayin' incognito
Written by: Carlos Coy
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