B & B (feat. Cerdafyde) - UN-DRE

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Uh-la-la, dale Una sana Esa boca uh-la-la, dale Una sana Esa boca All my bitches know about all my bitches Boy, I got bitches on bitches on bitches Two-player to be pickin' They had in tandems before Jada Pinkett (I like bitches on bitches) Uh mamá, dale (dale) Tú gana' Me encanta cómo tú mamá Brilla' como mi cubana (I like bitches on bitches) Bitches on bitches on bitches, yeah Puta encima de puta, yeah Paca' encima de paca', de Cali a PR yo tengo la ruta, yeah Philipp Plein en mi camisa, tengo dos P (dos P) Con mi baby jalá' como una Lópe' Yeah, Louis V de pie' al tope Yo en la uni trapeaba en el Lópe' Yeah, y ella no fuma dipe', pero tengo un krippy, patea como gripe Ella me chinga to' los día' como stripper Es de medallo y me sube arequipe, yeah, yeah Uh mamá, dale (dale) Tú gana' Tú mamá (brillando con mi cu...) Uh gana' All my bitches know about all my bitches Boy, I got bitches on bitches on bitches Two-player to be pickin' They had in tandems before Jada Pinkett (I like bitches on bitches) Uh mamá, dale (dale) Tú gana' Me encanta cómo tú mamá Brilla' como mi cubana Cara sube, mamá tú nunca has visto a un negro Hablar español Cielo, pero yo quiero dinero Veinte mil para veinte minutos Mucho gusto, dime, Puerto Rico Real que tengo (pu-pu-ta), putas on putas Todo lo que mi puta sabes de mis (pu-ta) Ah jugadora, pick una Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis putas (pu-ta) Putas on putas on putas on putas (pu-ta) All my bitches know about all my bitches Boy, I got bitches on bitches on bitches Two-player to be pickin' They had in tandems before Jada Pinkett (I like bitches on bitches) Uh mamá, dale (dale) Tú gana' Me encanta cómo tú mamá Brilla' como mi cubana Ay, all my bitches know about all my bitches Offset diamonds set on this cardi Bitches at the house everyday is a party This watch cost a hunned, but a night still tardy Blueface, made me fly a bitch in her baby Her baby-daddy hatin', we just landed in Haiti 'N a group full of groupies, salute me or shoot me Chop with the booty If she ain't got no butt then I buy her a booty I hate when a new bitch act like she knew me 'Cause all my All my bitches know about all my bitches Boy, I got bitches on bitches on bitches Two-player to be pickin' They had in tandems before Jada Pinkett (I like bitches on bitches) Uh mamá, dale (dale) Tú gana' Me encanta cómo tú mamá Brilla' como mi cubana (yeah, viajo sin ver) Antes tenía gata y estaba pela'o, imagínate ahora de artista Tengo tanta' puta, bitche' on bitche' que puedo hacerte una lista Manín, si me viste, yo sigo humilde por más caro que yo vista Hablando la clara, yo soy la para aunque no seamos arista' Tengo par de putas, tengo par de hoes Soy un gigoló, flow Deuce Bigalow Si quiere' este bicho, pídelo Si no chichas, bye, bye, síguelo All my bitches know about all my bitches Boy, I got bitches on bitches on bitches Two-player to be pickin' They had in tandems before Jada Pinkett (I like bitches on bitches) Uh-la-la, dale Una sana Esa boca úsala La cabecita chúpala Viajo sin ver Duran The Coach Eladio Carrión Blueface Supa LHR, baby Loco, humilde y real Chosen few