Keo Pa' to' el mundo es, gang Look (Keo, Bando Boyz Free, hom) Ando volao', drogao' 'Tamo en el bloque, sentao' Para mi época anticipao' Lo que tú juega' me lo he pasao' (boss) 'Táis en la calle, ¿pero pa' qué? (What?) Yo pa' hacer money, no pa' joder (ah) Ya me aburrí de esta' en el parque Siguen tirando, ¿pero pa' qué? Dime a qué jugáis Baby, I told you and I was right Mientra' le dan yo me prendo un fly Hit on his face and he saw the light Baby I'm rich and I'm 25 (ah) And baby those jeans on you they look tight Bitch, I'm the boss, me, I don't fight Yo soy el gallo, kikiri-kay 'Tán hablado que son la calle, pero, ¿pa' mí eso qué vale? (Ah) Tú hazte el malo con tu compadre, yo facturo, Keo contable (prr) Tú fardando de que eres pobre y yo del barrio saco a mi madre (mama) Si ha cantao' no aprieta metales (pew-pew-pew-pew), to' mi combo son anormales Sí, mi broddy es el que vende pero nunca lo hemos contao' (shh) Y es por eso que están cogío', yo lo invierto y saco mi lao' Yo estoy colocando a los míos y tú solo vas colocao' (pussy) Y es que yo sí sé hacer negocios, y es que esto ya 'taba pensao' (look) Suena el bajo y mueve ese booty, baby loving, be on my movie (prr) I got shooters like Call of Duty (prr), I'm on hoodie, she has a Louis I got opps and they wanna do me (yeah), los maté pero yo no fui Rubio y loco, parezco Dewey, si es peluda parece Chewie He was thirty sum (grr), looked like 23 (yeah) Si él me hizo llorar, so how we make him bleed? (Grr) Tú sabes gastar (¿ah?), Pues yo lo sé invertir (trr) Cuando se va a acostar (look), es en mi Airbnb (Cuidao'), ah Estoy invirtiendo (fium) Mientras de la poli corriendo (fium) Estamos arriba o al suelo (look) Lo vamos a seguir haciendo, uh Pasamos de mil a millones, vacilo a la poli pa' hablar en canciones (fuck) No hables que no me conoces, negro, los mío' siempre están al toque Fuck your gang and your city (ja), si lo hacemos es fifty on fifty (gang) Y tu broddy salió por la TV, yo con tu ho and I'm sucking the tittie (lame) Llegué aquí siendo real Papi, yo no jodo con posers No me hago la foto por fama (fuck it) Porque a mí ninguno me tose (venga, hombre) To' lo hago hit, lo vo' a repetir, por más que te joda estamos aquí (look) Tú estudiando para sonar así, yo vivo seis meses con sacar un free (shh) Yo lo viví, la fama 'e Madrid, no hay dinero, son tos' wannabes (palomos) Ey, no puede' estar chupando pollas y luego se cree me lo va a hacer a mí Hoe' with the hoes, G' with the Gs (Gs) Abre la boca que 'toy haciendo pis (wuh) No me arrepiento porque soy así Me sobran cojones pa' cagarme en ti (ah) City on lock, lo hago de three Da igual cómo vaya, siempre me veo clean (look) Meet me al lao' with the team Pussy so pinky, the pussy on lean, hey (baby) Fourty Gs on the cut, tiki-tak (grr), paw (grr) She gon' fuck with the squad, make it clap (ah), bounce (bounce) Fuck 'em up with the fake shit, only real people around (look) You ain't thought, you ain't riri, home boy, you a clown (Gooby) Tengo a todos pendientes de mí, mi polla dispara como una semi (pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) Par de Perco' con cola y Henny, to' encubierto que parezco Kenny (uh) Three pussies they tryna threat me and now they sorry they wanna pay me (¿Y ahora qué?) Si tengo droga en la suela 'el tenis (ya) pero el policía 'tá fichando el Levi's (¿Y ahora qué?) Gang shit, yo', real drill, ah (Solo pa' los reales, gang shit) Gang shit Ey, oh-oh-oh (¿ah?) Shout-out la 280 barrio (La familia) Gang shit (Gang shit) Grrt-paw (Shout-out pa'l Willy, shout-out pa'l Kaisy) Keo (Gang) Bando Boyz

In my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money and we all smoke twerk Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all yall murk 'Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee and I Got the hat that match my pants and my white tee Whoever that you might see I know they got a white tee Uncle brother sister mother dad or your wifey Hanes or fruit of the loom be the name of my white tee I gotta change man it's a stain on my white tee Lames in a white tee, I bring the pain in my white tee Hispanic cracka nigga even yangs wearin' white tee Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee A throw back no that hell naw it don't excite me You dont need no throwback 'cause you will be set on your white Tee you can get a circle or a V neck on ur white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I hit the mall in my white tee Ooh I think they like me or they like the diamonds 'Cause they shine so brightly, yeah you know I how I be Under my tee it the wifey [Incomprehensible] or tighly For them niggas who think I'm soft nigga come and try me They going to find your body White tees in the club while we drinking on Bacardi Fuck throwbacks white tees in the party Now don't get me started gotta try Bacardi, drama we avoid it Everyone one wear white tees 'cause they can afford it Girls wear white tees, boys wear white tees Niggas in the trap nigga I bet they got a white tee I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee The next day catch me with a brand new white tee Oh they buy clean white shoes fresh jeans But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale Niggas think I done fail but my paper stacking a lot Or you could throw back this but partner check my nine And I'm a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya And street gangs with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya Can't exscape from this white shit it done covered the map Like crack been her in the 80's and it took over the trap Come to the hood you can find me trapping in my white tee Standing with a full grill niggas might try me So how I be still in my white tee Rock jeans, tiger green, yeah hoes like me Haters try to bite me, some try to dislike me Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indicte me Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee ...

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)