The Game – El Chapo ft. Skrillex Lyrics

(Intro)
Granada I’m falling under your spell

(Chorus)
I’m am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God

(Verse 1 – Game)
You know I get the kilos
Cincuenta por ciento
If you are not bilingual
Get the f**k up out of town, fore we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any ni**a try to stop me let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios you adios ni**a
I am the God
Seen a ni**a chopped up on a Tuesday
While the club going up on a Tuesday
This is goons day, I can have Guadalupe
Come through and knock Donald Trump out his tupee
Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk
And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker
And whew I’m a rolla
Shotgun, Claudia, oh cholo
Only ni**a walking through
Sinaloa with the blower red
Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up
It’s a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas
Squad full of ni**as that’ll pull up, let it bark on a ni**a
Hundred six shots bark on a ni**a
Street sweeper wet the whole block up, no Noah’s Ark on a ni**a
Got two Glock 9s, two .45s, two Desert Eagles
And they fight together side by side

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I’m on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up
Sipping Tecate bout to land for the re-up
F*** the Montanas, we ain’t got them tracking devices
The feds they be watching and see us
Ni**as wanna see us? Check the IG
I’m in the Villa throwing blood up like an IV
Don’t try me, Dej Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, uh
Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that’s a payday, uh
On a private jet that’s a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snap-back, chopping grade a, uh
None of these ni**as ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nay-nay
Leave a ni**a face worse off than Shanaynay
I am the God, I’ve been telling you ni**as
I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk
And a key I will sell it to ni**as
We can screw it and chop it
Machetes on deck, I will sever you ni**as
Behind these bars, some El Chapo
Motorcycle out the cell on you ni**as

(Repeat Chorus)