Bottas (feat. Duki y Bizarrap)

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And others for my girl

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And others for my boy

You know who I am, moneymaker
I buried the race, undertaker
In my city they love me like Kobe in the Lakers
Those clowns are using makeup

Pure water like Fiji
If there's no Backwood, I smoke Swishers
Balenciaga, it's on my t-shirt
There's no way I don't shine
Building walls in the shape of dishes

For your dog, I have the anti-rabies
I start engines and I don't know about mechanics
I hunt mice, flying like an eagle
I broke them so much that I changed my alias
I'm going to Spain, and people tell me: You're going to cause chaos
If you want me to break a show, better get a couple of hectares

And yours, when?
They know we're in charge
A weapon in my hand is a danger for a few
Soft, yours sounds soft to me
They said it was good, but it wasn't that much

A little kiss and we send them to therapy
Insecure because he wants to look like me
My wishes come true, and I'm not Aladdin
I unblock your girl without needing the PIN

Ah, ah, ah
This one I dedicate
To my new fans and also to those who have followed me since I was a kid
Who shared the dream with me and knew I was going to get rich
Put any number on the table, I swear I'll triple it
If they don't understand loyalty or respect, I want them to stay quiet

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And others for my girl

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And others for my girl

Balenciaga shoes
Don't act dumb
I'm inclined to dress expensive
I've been using Gucci since the beginning

Versace
I don't spend my cash on that anymore
I stopped liking the Medusa
If everyone uses that shit

Yes, I keep going, man
On my way, the money way
In the back of the car, I have a Thompson
And it has nothing to do with Klay
This flow can't be found on eBay
You guys need to update
I have the cut, and inside the closet
I have more fat than a Frito-Lay

They want me to kill them
If I catch them, there's no rescue, tell your people not to even try
It's leaving, I light a bat
These people for war have no ticket, bastard, I'm a magnate
Duki, you nailed it
And with this one, all my domi are telling me: Arca, you went too far
We gave them checkmate, there's no fight
Anyone who tries, I'll make them pick up and pack, achu

I'm allergic to fakes
I'm cold everywhere, Connecticut
Smoking grass from Mexico
And whoever talks, we leave them para-paraplegic
I'm the biggest son of a bitch in the trap
I send and they don't come back
I have a 9 that I named Biza, if I pull it, it goes: rap!

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And you can notice my flow from afar

Juice, drops
A formula, Valtteri Bottas
Botegga Veneta, the boots
And others for my girl

I know that two or three don't have the capacity
To understand what just happened here (Arca)
Relax, in the meantime, rewind the track so it reaches you well (Duki)
Adjust the volume and bass of your radio so it doesn't blow (Biza)
From Argentina to Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico to Argentina
This got hot (EHXX)
And if your radio is crap, don't worry
Because it's going to sound good anyway (Sike!)

Prra!
(The Professor)
Bizarrap