EL MOROCHO, EL RUBIO Y EL COLO ft. Stiffy & Dillom

When I said "shell," it’s shell, Agus
Ah, ah (ah)
Uf, uf, uf-uf (squad, squad, squad)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (make it happen, Stiffy)

I want a blonde baddie, Dillom Harper cut
She wants me to throw her the Casper (what, what?)
I rap real fancy, but I ain't no rapper (uf, uf)
An old dude hears us, he’s left in shock (uf-uf)
An old dude hears us, he’s going deaf (ah, ah)
Stiffy gets the old ladies all hot and bothered (ah, ah)
From my serene self, they want a sip (ah, ah)
She’s heavy on me, that’s why I’m hunched (ah-ah)
I’m heading to Spain, feeling like a bull (uf, uf)
You smoke my stuff, and you’re left a fool (uf)
Charli XCX broke off her follow (uf, uf)
Pineapple Express, I’m rolling a crush (uf-uf)
The dark-haired, the blonde, and the colo got together (what)
Boosting all the sales for Polo (what, what?)
With a bunch of ladies but always solo (ah, ah)
The Spanish girls see me and say, "What a cutie" (ah-ah)
I’m back in the hood, they ask, "What’s up, cutie?" (ah-ah)
Day by day, my voice always changes tone (ah-ah)
On the plane sipping from my grandpa’s stash (ah-ah)
I’m blowing up this track, all- (ah)
Smoke and you’re left dazed like Yoko Ono (what?)
I did it quick, and they ask, "How?" (what?)
That Agus should just buy a phone already (what, what?)
You smoke a little, I’m smoking a cone (what?)

I’m not a loser, and she wants the D
Smoking some green, and it ain't gay
She’s not Spanish, but talks about getting laid
Sends me a nude, I react with a hundred
The Yank girls see me, they put me on ten
Where’s my follow, Charli XD?
I tried to flirt with her, but I flopped (music ain't a job)
I tried to flirt with her and-
With Dylan, not Bob Dylan
Rugby joint, he’ll knock you out (make it happen, Agus)
I’m a Chad, you’re just flopping
I don’t give a damn about folk or jazz (wiggo)
You’re not cool, you listen to Lil Nas
You’re not cool, you listen to- (ah)
I got a big ass coming from La Paz
I want the cash, don’t want the cash
I don’t have a mustache and I’m smoking that gas
The gringo tells me I need one more

She asks for more, more, more, more, more, more (more)
And I give her more, more, more, more, more, more (more)
She asks for more, more, more, more, more, more (make it happen, Dillom, ah)

Authentic decadent, bitch, we’re the pirates
Death to the hippies, bitch, Dillom doesn’t walk barefoot (ah)
I don’t make music just to make money (money)
I make music for the girls without dads
I’m in evil mode (ah)
Always swagged out (what?)
Rapper pussy, private school (ah)
Being famous is like being disabled (ah)
I score free stuff and need a plus one everywhere (ah)
Every time I go out, I end up high and with my dick sucked (oh)
Every time I go out, I end up wasted with a cutie by my side
Motherfucker, they made me a black widow again
I’m acting like a Nazi like in World War II
Drinking some shots, I’m going extra hard
I’m a fool with income, paying gross income
I’m gonna die rich and famous, and being a dumbass
In Bilbao, sipping something that hits hard

She asks for more, more, more, more, more, more (more)
And I give her more, more, more, more, more, more (more)
She asks for more, more, more, more, more, more (more)
And I give her more, more, more, more, more, more (ah)