Whap (feat. Gloosito y Kaissen)

ah ah
Yeah, ah

Take off the blindfold, bitch, don't sell me
Writing paintings like Rembrandt
I cut myself up to my ear because of Absinthe
I sculpt storms
They come close to my Sun because it warms

I doubt that they will love me, that they will cry when I die
They liked the wolf, they get scared if he approaches
That they have closed all the doors
Now I come down from the mountain, the dead look at me

With two balls, without a cove
Cracks in the cell, black or white is my palette
The heart in the suitcase
If that's when you want, bitch, bring it back to me

Sumerian writing, your pussy is glory for me
It's hard for me to understand so much random shit
Night Soldier Safir
My own light shines much brighter than all your gold chains

Okay, I met that mare and I was her jockey
I go with a serious face, this is my poker
Refreshes the Sun even in the ocher
I'm like Verónica, but don't even name me

Because here we are all men
We measure ourselves in money and war, bills and blows
I'm just out of the pits
If we don't fix it we'll kill ourselves then

Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck

First thing: Fuck rap and this smoke game
I have dinner with the company, baby, bring me all the gold
Laces and bracelets, you already know how we are
Superspace, Mr. Fly, that's my nickname
My boo spends hours in beauty salons
Just to be perfect when I'm going to give myself head

Packing machine 3. 5, yes, I'm still in love
I can't tell you much, you are a Zazza El Italiano
You tell them something serious and they think they have experienced it
I got rich from the sticks, pussy, never from the scams

I know one with a couple of bodies, I have never said they are demons
Three ounces in half a liter, this no longer tastes like lemon
In a G Wagon with the bargain, not crying in a limo
What keeps some people awake at night, for me this is fun

Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck

Bitch, love me before I die
I know it's not that easy
Even if you're in my DMs every day, I don't know that it's not there for me
I need a thug, my baby thug, I don't like Barbies
And even if I keep walking intact, believe me, it's not that easy
Rolling through the Sierra with the fair in the backpack
Skillibeng with the bag whap-whap mode

Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck

They come close to my Sun because it warms
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Writing paintings like Rembrandt
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
They come close to my Sun because it warms
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
They come close to my Sun because it warms