Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reke
Vocals
E Murda
Performer
Maverick Magadino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E Murda
Composer
Maverick Magadino
Composer
Gustavo Ferrín
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roxx On The Beat
Producer
Lyrics
More shots than white girls when they pre-gaming
Leave her son's face unrecognizable, bitch, rename him
Nowadays that shit undeniable, bitch, we made it
I get a hundred or three-five 'cause my weed the greatest
I been ballin' on these **** like the 2020 Lakers
I just had to blow a bag on a 30-30 rifle
Shooter tellin' me for thirty minutes, I don't need a sniper
I still got it anyway, the barrel of it carbon fiber
I love the way that your bitch scream when I climb inside her
I knock **** out like professionals, you a common fighter
I don't stay safe, I stay dangerous 'cause I ride with fire
I know you pussies would rather stay safe than play with fire
Gotta move around with heat, since young, I used to play with lighters
I don't trust a soul, these **** snakes, you gotta watch for vipers
I'm a lion in the jungle, I got the eye of a tiger
I just took your bitch to do you dirty, I ain't even like her
I just got the dome from that eater, I ain't even pipe her
My dawg OD'd on purpose over shit on his mental
Took him to the hospital in a fiend rental
When I fuck these bitches, they never want me to be gentle
I'm outside a **** house when I feel vengeful
Short temper with a long weapon
This work gon' wake up everybody like John Legend
Her friends can't come unless they all necking
Respond quick 'til I hit, then I'm not texting
And I'm not resting 'til I shrink this package
To get in this type of bag, you have to carry baggage
You can't let them convince you that shit be valid
Blast at a fake friend, then go get blasted
I smoke more than Canada fires
Ironic he got all that work 'cause they don't wanna hire
After I get stoned, I get higher
These **** make me wanna kill 'em, then retire
Hands 'round your bitch throat like a turtleneck
Dropping off a bowl like I got it off Urkel neck
I'm like, "Who we gon' have to kick out of the circle next?"
Bro got scales from a fish he didn't catch with a net
Vengo de los barrios más peligrosos de Venezuela
¿Tú has sobrevivido a la calle? Yo a la calle y su favela
Los haters me celan y el peligro me sabe a Nutella
Porque aunque me muera siempre seré su dolor de muelas
No pueden compararme con estos cabrones
Yo cambié el juego como Jordan aunque haya treinta Lebrones
Ellos están arriba pero controlados como los drones
Quien tenga corona está propenso a que se la destrone
Aquí hay un solo king como Muhammad Ali en el ring
Listo pa' prender una guerra peor que las de Putin
Yo sé que quieren cortarme el güevo como Rasputin
Pero en este juego yo soy como Pablo en Medellín
Soy un león en la selva, siempre tengo hambre
Real hustler, lo tengo en la sangre
Esto no es pa' crear conciencia
Esto es pa' enseñarte el rap malandro que creció en la delincuencia
La sobrevivencia, la búsqueda con frecuencia
En un sistema que nos tiene con síndrome de abstinencia
Por eso siempre seguro y full el clip
Las pistolas con el chip pa' explotar cuando haga clic
Pussy **** try to hit me y yo firme como un tree
Suck my dick, fuck you, pay me, I gotta eat
Written by: E Murda, Gustavo Ferrín, Maverick Magadino

