[Joyner Lucas] Joyner, Joyner, Joyner I-I-ISM 508 shit (Pum) Mass in the building (Prrah)
Mally Mall Let´s go!
[ Yandel] El banco siempre virao´ (Eh-eh), abran la caleta Medio melón que vale mi muñeca Hay muchos que lo han tratao´, no tienen la receta No le temo a los nombre´, la calle me respeta Un par de Mercedes y yo ni los guio (Yeh; eh-eh) Tenemos de to´, estamos bendecio´s (Bendecio´s) Si no es en la calle, es en el estudio metio´ Y en el cuello hielo, siempre, siempre estamo´ frío´ Frío´, frío´, frío´, los diamante´ de mis prenda´ Millo, millo, millo, pero el palo siempre anda cerca
Soy leyenda como Tito, soy boricua y no me quito La baby me ve en la Lambo y yo sin tocarla me dice "Qué rico"
[Joyner Lucas & Yandel] I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I´m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh) I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I just hit the fuckin´ lotto I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I´m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I just hit the fuckin´
[Joyner Lucas] I´m still waitin´ on Drake to hit me up and say "What´s good, J?" (Where?) "I need a feature on my album if you could, J" (Yeah) I slide on a ho if she look great (Look) And my whip matte black but it look gray (Yeah) It took a while just to get me in a good place (What?) Too depressed, never thought I´d see a good day (Yeah) They tried to put me in a box with some duct tape Nigga, you ought to open up the motherfuckin´ floodgates (Brrah)
Nigga look, me and Yandel hit the jackpot (Jackpot) Tired of being broke, just a havenot And back then I was sellin´ crack rock Tryna make the check, sick of livin´ at the trap spot I need an old school Chevy with a ragtop (Ragtop) Hit the switches on a ho, make her ass drop (Blah) Say Joyner got the streets on a padlock Know I gotta do it for my city, I´m the mascot This is for them niggas on a six yard (Woo) For them hoes who ain´t think I´d make it this far (Yeah) Remember you was on top, you was in charge (Woah) Now you livin´ on my shadow like Spliff Star Always knew one day I´d be this large (Yeah) Born and raised out of Mass but I live far
Got a strong right jab and I hit hard Fuck around and leave a nigga leaking like discharge
[Yandel] Salimos a la calle, siempre estamos en play Entramos a la disco como dieciséi´ Me vieron en baja, se comen el fake Y si fantasmea, no le vo´a dar break La movie en P.R. como en USA Ustedes no pasan ni del TSA Yo siempre en la mía, viajando en privado Y ustede´ to´itos esperando en el gate (Rrr-ra) Con to´ los diamante´ cómo Thanos (¡Oh-oh!) Ya la baby tiene todo pago (¡Oh-oh!; cash) Ustede´ roncando que son malo´ (¡Oh-oh!) Y yo haciendo millone´ con to´ lo que grabo (¡Oh-oh!)
En la calle estamo´ claro (Valentino) Todo Gucci, todo caro A lo´ haters que me sigan dando follow Mientras contando dinero, estoy ocupado (¡Plo!)
[Joyner Lucas & Yandel] I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I´m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh) I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I just hit the fuckin´ lotto
[ Yandel & G-Eazy] El banco siempre virao´ (Eh-eh), abran la caleta (La caleta)
Medio melón que vale mi muñeca Hay muchos que lo han tratao´, no tienen la receta (Feel like I just won the lotto) No le temo a los nombre´, la calle me respeta (Joyner, I got you)
[G-Eazy] It´s my birthday I´m ´bout to get high, high (High, high) I tell a broke bitch "Bye, bye" (Bye, bye) Spaceship whip look sci-fi Mally think I´m a alien but I´m the guy, guy (Yee) Came home, my bitch suck me dry, dry But it´s COVID-19, no high five (Nope) I´m the best who ever did it and he got away with it I win like it ain´t no tie, tie, ooh
Why do I feel like Marshall? (Marshall) Coldest white rapper in the game Let me dig in my bag, my arsenal Your bitch tip-toe on my marble I ain´t never been shit, ain´t shit change I came up with this when your bitch came I always show up for the big game 400K on four wheels when I switch lanes Got brothers like Mally, like Joyner (Ayy) I got rich on my lawyer (Ayy) Got two hoes kissin´, got two in the tub gettin´ naked, I think I might join her (Yee) Was an angel until I destroyed her (Yeah) Goyard bag, I spoiled her (Ayy) Then it went to her head so I had to kick her out See her around, nowadays I avoid her
[Joyner Lucas & Yandel]
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I´m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh) I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I just hit the fuckin´ lotto I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I´m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh) I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I just hit the fuckin´ lotto
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