Lyrics : Manuel Alejandro Velasco Mejía
Music : Manuel Alejandro Velasco Mejía
Alright, bitch you never heard nothing like this
It’s tray on this muh****a
Tirando Flow Sesh, that’s how you say that?
Alright
Yeah
Got a double 18
Bitch I’m packing this shit
And I run out the block like a buster
I got one of my hands on this bitch
The other one in another
And they grouped like a cluster
She looks for a bag, hunnid of my profits
That’s how I know I can’t trust her
If I’m off a bluey, yeah that’s we do it
I speed with a ****ing concussion
Drogado en Italia, la merca de España
And that shit slides like it’s butter
No tengo nexos con la mafia
Pero si le llamo a mi shooter responde
Negro tu gatita se está mojando
Con un flow que tengo de los once
Tú no estás tan cabrón pa decirme una mierda
Quédate callado entonces
Pongo molly en mi coffee
That’s how ND Kobi taught me
Pack a bag tea for your auntie
Pack a millie yeah for your shorty
Shiny lips yeah she glossy
Ice on her nose call it frosty
Número uno toro rosso
Dizzy baby, todo rosa
ATL flow yeah they love it
Puse un diamante en la forty
Della trap sono il salvatore
Young Money Rich Vito Schiavonne
Hago bands hasta en pijama
Lo cuentan todo en las Bahamas
Todo corre por la casa
Todo corre por tu cara
I’m pouring champagne on the top
Quemando blanca en Escandón
Otra blanca después de mi show
Boy you better don’t play with the mob
Pussy I don’t **** with your mob
Ask your wifey who’s the GOAT
A whole operation going down the street
And you know that I run it
La cara tapada por si nos indican
No nos reconocen
Otro palo a la bolsa call me LA DODGERS
The way I’m home running
It’s big T on this bitch
And I’m poppin a pill
Now I feel kinda nauseous
Baby I’m back
Deal with the MAC
Double handed on this bitch
Run up the racks
Stack a whole bag
Louis V duffle that’s it
Otro avión, otra botella
Premium class land in Paris
No voy a Roma, yo piso Milán
Y me quedo pa la Fashion Week
Got a double 18
Bitch I’m packing this shit
And I run out the block like a buster
I got one of my hands on this bitch
The other one in another
And they grouped like a cluster
She looks for a bag, hunnid of my profits
That’s how I know I can’t trust her
If I’m off a bluey, yeah that’s we do it
I speed with a ****ing concussion
Uh huh, alright
Yeah, tray on this muh****a
Tirando Flow Sesh, yeah
That’s right, did I say it right?
Yeah, uh huh