[Letra de "New York Knicks"]
[Intro]
(I wanna' go to LA)
[Verso 1: Rx Papi]
It's the dog
Pulling up and buy shit back to back
I'm in the kitchen like Dexter Lab
Put one on the one I can stretch a slab
Turn one into two, make it take a bow
That shit that I'm totin' take down a bear
He knew he was dead, stared down the barrel
She showing her titties and shaking ass
Amiri pockets filled with lots of cash
Papi smoking on probation
High as hell, my eyes low as shit
Bunch of shooters I'm rolling with
Don't give a fuck who you gonna get
I'm pouring up addy by sipping more drank
Little flip bitch making my kidneys hurt
I'm pouring up drank back to back
Gottta stop by the doctors to make sure that my kidneys work
Shooting bitch from long range
I pull up blowing that three from deep like Dirk
Ask me how I feel, bitch I'm trying to chill
But right now I need my syrup
She all on my back, trying to rub my back
Bitch, get the fuck off me, you blowing my nerves
I'm swerving the car from curb to curb
My vision impaired, my words is slurred
I'm shooting up shit, nigga, fuck what you heard
Remember when I used to wait for the third
Turn right rich, bitch living in Burbs
DM on Gochy said, "Birdie, just give me the word"
Broke ass nigga ain't got nowhere to stay
Pussy nigga gon' die over words
[Verso 2: Granuxi]
Gon' die over words, yeah, yeah, yeah, grrr
Soy nuevo monasterio, dime quién eres tú
Que esto no es Moncler, esto es Canada Goose
No vendo pollos, no me llamo Gus
I was fifteen smoking weed in my room
Disrespecting me, joder, no soy nuevo
Me quité de redes, sigo sin estar lejos
Envido a grandes, chicas, pares y juego
Fuck that, órdago, míramelo si tienes huevos
Me dice "te quiero", pero estás loco
Ja, todavía no me has visto loco
Salgo a por el periódico en calzoncillos
Tú no has vivido lo que yo he vivido
Quítate los zapatos cuando entres en mi casa
Me queda poco, pienso pesarlo con la tana
A veces me pongo a hablar con la almohada
Me dice que soy un tonto, que me deje de rayadas
Tiro no encesto, no pasa nada
Tiro directo para tu cara
En broma, yo no manejo pistolas
En el andén directo para Guada (Vroom)
Con el pickup hago zoom
Follamos si tienes el doble tick azul
Mi peta cargado de voltios, soy Pikachu
Quedan boquiabiertos, Rxpapi, Granu
Granu, ¿de dónde son los jeans? Cállate
No te voy a decir de dónde son mis jeans, ¿vale?
Vale, mis jeans son G-Star
Veo los tuyos y son sin mas
Brodie just threw me a lob, he know imma big body
Ni he dicho el deporte, ¿cómo vas a decir que no estoy ballin'?
Fumar dry en barajas, ese es mi hobby
[Outro]
Fuck
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Fuck
