Run & Gun

(N to the E to the R V E) Yo, huh

I'm a star like the stars in the Wraith

I need a Max Wynn in my life like Drake

And my flow like a Draco, you know that it sprays

Let these putos all know if they talking my name

Y-D, Yxng Dave, but I got the young flame

Fuego on fuego, but I guess I'm on a wave

And I'm frio like hielo, but that's ice on my chains

Rappers turn fake fugazi with the fame (Uh), puto

I'm so high in the sky like a 878

My brother, I stay fly, they snakes on a plane

I'ma pull a triple double, go crazy in the paint

And have my name ringing bells from the UK to the States

Work rate quicker than Usain with the pace

While my competition pissed, got two plays to their name

Got the AI loving you, you faking the fame

I got real fans tattoos on 'em, saying my name

Yo, they're saying man's name like 21 and Drake

Turn pain to champagne, me llaman Papi in the game

Papi Chulo, lil puto, I've been tryna get away from all the snakes

I'm Mowgli in the concrete jungle and I'm swingin' like an ape

Got the real ones saying my shit's hard, ayy

What we tell the haters, Dave? Concha tu madre

Google that shit if you don't understand the bars

Tell the opposition, they can suck their mum and their padre

What they gonna say? 'Cause when we let it spray off

The hits I keep on makin', they're saying I got aimbot

Click, clack, boom

808s melt ya face off

Heartless like Ye, I'm Lebron in the playoffs

It's a party everyday when you stay on top

Mi amigos all tomados

And my mate off chops

They bottom of the flock, we be top of the pops

They gettin' whipped by a kitty, put a collar on the dog

Why you barkin' like Speed?

I'm clean, bro-bro got the cats, but we callin' them fiends

And they call me delusional, baby, I got big dreams

And I had six sixteens since the age of sixteen

Yo, the hotline blings, bitch, I'm hot like this

I got the grinder and the rizla, and the off-license

Went to Greece got a tan, now I'm an off-white kid

Get the green, now I'm fighting fit, Popeye shit

It's ironic, me being Latino is my trump card

In the UK, I made a name, the boys a hustler

Swear, I leave 'em all backwards, vista la hasta

Fuck with your mate, I'd rather be smokin' a dumper

That went over your head like the smoke from a rasta (Bomboclat)

Yo, you can just listen mañana

Yeah, these rappers soundin' Anakin, bitch, I'm your father

Or ya nonna wrist glisten, I'm whippin' a pasta