El de la J, baby Yeah-yeah Cris Mj, Yaoh-yaoh (Eh-eh) Sal que ya vine a buscarte (Aja) Dile a tu amiga que se apunte, eh (Yeh-yeh) Ando en el carro tintea'o Yaoh-yaoh, yaoh-yaoh Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar adentro de la troca Siento que la nota me explota Ando en PR con el Mj (El de la J, bae) No nеcesito gota' (Yeah) Con los ojo' colora'o (Nah, nah) Con la baby por ahí (Ah-ah) Y contigo me atrevo Ey, mueve bien loco por eso móntate Pa' que sienta el torque, mi baby (Ah) Contigo pasarla, la-la-la-la (Yih) Contigo pasarla cabrón Lo que quiere', e' que le dé-dé (Ah) Le gusta el maltrato, así se viene (Ah-ah) Solo bebe, 1942 (Te creo) Y si te paso a buscar en la nave Tintea' que me acabo 'e comprar Mami, nada te va a pasar, vente conmigo Y nos vamo' a janguear Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar, te monto en la troca Soy el que la nota a ti te explota Bajamo' pa PR con el Mj Tú y yo en el yate viendo delfine' Dj sube el bajo, prendan los phillies Y la que no baila, que se motive Pongan el perreo pa' que esto se active Noche de pasto, sandungueo y fumeteo ¿'Onde están las gatas que le' gusta el maleanteo? La' baby' me robo en todo' los partyseo El que me la toque le bajamo' el de'o Noche de pasto, sandungueo y fumeteo ¿'Onde están las gatas que le' gusta el maleanteo? La' baby' me robo en todo' los partyseo El que me la toque le bajamo' el de'o Quiere que la monte en la Suburban Asiento pa' atrá' y fumamo' hookah Se me montó arriba y se pone sutra Hoy no' vamo' 'e rumba, ponte loca Ya tú sabe', mami, lo que ahora te toca Yo te voy a dar adentro de la troca Siento que la nota me explota Ando en PR con el Mj Ey, ey (Jajaj) Cris Mj Él más que suena (El de la J, baby, yaoh) Pa' que sepa No hay break, ey Chile, PR Pa'l mundo Ando con el tigre Bastián en los contrr (Tiki-tap) Con los locotrones (Tiki-tap) Con Valen en los ritmos, tra, tra Poniendo a perrear a todas las mami', Stars Music El de la J, baby, yaoh, Ja, Cris, Mj

Ghosty Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt) Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through Hang out the roof with a Draco Back from the Yams' and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here) No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here) Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi) Buss your piñata, open your māthā Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā) Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields, or I'm up in Garvey 30 clip, that mean hella bodies Spin ya hood and kill anybody If he missing, the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelle In and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly Put a bullet in his belly BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin' See him slipping, I'ma dump it Kill a nigga then we dump him Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, "Aye" He moving wocky, get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rakes Well, we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far (he ain't get that far) Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy (we gon' kill that boy) We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' hear that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga) Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky Free Kodak Black Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty Gang