Block - MoneyMarr

Pa Plaza del Sol y me engancho las retro Al party de na yo le entro Andamos capsuleando por ahí en el metro Voy to' transparente me dicen espectro Cabrón yo si creo en el karma Si te pasas suena la alarma Y tú no quieres que yo saque el arma Y ratatata pa'l infierno tu alma No me gusta roncar de pistola Porque no quiero ser de los mismos en la cola Pero esta tan fácil que me acostumbro a la rola A mi nadie me controla Con la combi' de roja completa como la acerola Me llama porque soy el único que la consuela Fuck to' el que quiera pauta Me pueden mamar la flauta Uoo fuego pa todas las ratas Y amor pa todas las gatas En puntería los míos no fallan Te hago tres boquetes si pasas de raya Cabron no te guilles que somos de Baya Baya baya baya con un flow de playa Con miedo de mi cabron siempre amaneces Haz que mi combo a tu casa de nada regrese Aprieta el botón para que el juego empiece Pa Plaza del Sol y me engancho las retro Al party de na yo le entro Andamos capsuleando por ahí en el metro Voy to transparente me dicen espectro Cabrón yo si creo en el karma Si te pasas suena la alarma Y tu no quieres que yo saque el arma Y ratatata pal infierno tu alma Fuck to el que quiera pauta Me pueden mamar la flauta Uo fuego pa todas las ratas Y amor pa todas las gatas En el paname Con las cadena de Yan Block que le compre al árabe 3 filis y 2 potes de jarabe En el celular con 2 gatas a la vez Normal es costumbre Máscaras de halloween no es octubre Hoy tu cuerpo con 20 balas se cubre Les paso po el la'o sin hacerle caso a toda esta mugre Move move Hijo de puta les dije ya que se muevan Tirarle a Yan no creo que se atrevan Ya estoy proba'o no hace falta que nadie me prueba Move move Mueve mueve Soy millo a los 19 Recibiendo paquetes to' los jueves Por mis cadenas ya mismo en PR cae nieve Pa tu gata nesesario Evita los comentario No soy maleante pero to los míos te dejan flotando en acuario O diablo Fuck to el que quiera pala Yo mismo me jodo y si no me pego a la buena me pues pego la mala Tú estás vistiendo de fallas Y yo subiendo de esca la la Y el dinero que yo hago es por toda la mierda que tú habla Bla bla Si quieres guerra cabrón habla claro Pa ponerme pa' lo mío y llenar to Freestylemania de disparo, paro En el nombre de papá siempre declaro Que de aquí para 2 años estoy lleno de accesorios súper caros

I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch Fuck a top fifty, yeah, we at the top of this shit Everything we do, shit is exclusive I'm pullin' her hair, I'm smackin' her butt I beat it up, she said that nigga abusive Let her eat up the I ain't gon' say it, man, I'ma just sit back and listen to music If I'm not in the city, I'm up in LA countin' hundreds on hundreds, lil' nigga, the usual You a bitch nigga, actin' like somethin' you not Put some forks in the bowl when you whippin' the pot Me and LongMoney, yeah, we gon' run up the rocks Me and Kese take it back, we was up in the trap Youngest nigga with status, can't be in the open YSL on my drip, I got water like ocean Smokin' Runtz and it's thunder, strikin', potent Send them packs to the block, they gon' put it in motion Yeah, yeah, uh I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch (LongMoney) LongMoney stay in the trench Brody, he carry a broom like a witch These bitches want dick 'cause I'm lit Can't come on the block 'cause you niggas be nick I bet I can show you a trick I bet I can turn a lil' zip to a brick (Voila) Trap phone jumpin', ain't a call that I miss My hitter just put fifty rounds on a stick Bitch, my lip sealed, can't snitch Red tips, bitch, you can see through the clip Put some holes in his clothes, I fucked up his 'fit That kick from the chop, shit fucked up my wrist Me and Marr used to trap in the halls Finessed the lil' Mexican plug for a ticket Bitch, I'm in the trap with them chickens Them niggas gon' hate but I bet they gon' listen (Bitch) I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch

Yeah I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Uh, yeah Uh Uh, I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose Yeah Uh, uh I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me Trappin' real hard, I can show you how to whip it up Feds on my line, all I'm tryna do is get it up Countin' all this money, man, I swear I'm not giving up Ridin' with the Draco so we gotta put the pistols up Janky ass nigga, so you know I gotta stick him up Ran down, mask down, yeah, nigga, give it up Big four-fifth out the window, it hit him up Spin't on his block, he get them bullets, lit him up I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me I can show you how to turn a gram into a Vick Young nigga but I still be on my big trap shit I been really laying low, I been ridin' with a stick Free Jackboy, bitch, everyday hit a lick I be servin' on a rip, I be servin' all the fiends I been runnin' shit lately got me feelin' like I'm Beans Beam on the fifth when I aim at your spleen Pour up a line of that Tech in the cream I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me