Sin Scotti (feat. Chucky73, Jim Jones, Dowba Montana y Young Flow)

Trr, yeah
Big booboo, nigga

Young Flow
Hydra
Nigga, trra

They claim to be the realest until death
And they turn on you for a peso
I run for no one
Honor, loyalty, respect even after death

It all started in New York City
That's why when you see me I'm always fresh and litty
All these bitches wanna suck me like a titty
Maybe because of what I carry inside these [?]

I don't run for nobody
I pull out the Glock in the neighborhood, and everyone runs, everyone
The whole team has cash and card, and
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie, without Scottie, no

We land in Miami, you know how it is
Six hundred for the z, daddy, ask for the price
Chinese eyes without going to China, I'm always high
A bun from Miyagi's stick, they look like bonsai

Navigating the city in this Rolls Royce
With a black diamond rock just like Joyce
Traveling the world, chilling with the boys
And a Turks and Caicos cat with turquoise eyes

Them hoes love my voice, make their pussy moist
As Gezzy says, nigga, I'm the gangsta's choice
No matter how much they scream, bastards, the noise doesn't reach here
The sharks have arrived, pick up the [?]

(Chuky, ey)
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie, New York without me
Kiss the hand, daddy arrived to break this beat
Arca called me, not to abuse, but, how come?
I'm the only goat of the NYC trappers

They talk about me, but why? To later be sucking?
They talk about the streets to later be showing off?
When I die, trap dies, don't be giving opinions
The damn stop of this shit, respect the ranks

We're rolling, I have goons who shoot for me
I'll put it in you if it's street, so you feel the ki
The 73 we throw and we hit you and we don't leave from there
Ask shh how he screamed when I caught him, bitch

I don't run for nobody
I pull out the Glock in the neighborhood, and everyone runs, everyone
The whole team has cash and card, and
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie

I don't run for nobody
I pull out the Glock in the neighborhood, and everyone runs, everyone
The whole team has cash and card, and
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie, without Scottie, no

I'm a Capricorn, I like winter
I grew up in the Big Apple, that's why I don't sleep
And you're messed up, thinking about Dowba
That's not normal, you must be sick

They get soft if there's no pill
Look me in the eyes, see if you get caught
2010 was a nightmare
I went through a lot of struggle, it was just bone
Now I'm outside with a bracelet
Yankees cap, yellow Timberland

With a new ass, zero miles
My pink dick like a boat
I feel badass, flow La Maravilla
I'm not reaching for a poke, I'm giving splinters
I'm not reaching for a poke, I'm giving splinters

Your life here is worth a Perco
More expensive than five pesos, a scooter and a Draco
In broad daylight, nigga, here we are like RD
I'm standing on top of ten, that's the last thing you'll see, poh!

You hear them every day: Free so-and-so
But they don't put a penny to pay the lawyer
You hear them every day: Rest in peace, my brother
But they haven't done a damn thing about who killed him

(Capo)
Everybody know that capo was a stepper
Catch me in the club, got the Glock in the party
I sold 'em rocks when I was up the block, [?]
Shit, I sold it all, even had the blocks [?]

This water on my neck got me looking like a sink
My people know that Arca, that's my brother
I done spent a hundred thousand just for my katana
I don't know how many bottles we did in La Marena

.40 in my pants, I'm a grown man, I stand alone
Eighty on the watch, I spent another twenty grand in stones
Nigga from the projects with the million-dollar fancy homes
[?] have been beaten, you should tell 'em that the champion's home

I been outside with [?], selling pies like it's Papa John
Catch us in the fancy rides, we looking fly with them rocky charms
We got them chopping arms, and nigga, that's a chopper arm

I don't run for nobody
I pull out the Glock in the neighborhood, and everyone runs, everyone
The whole team has cash and card, and
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie, without Scottie, no

I don't run for nobody
I pull out the Glock in the neighborhood, and everyone runs, everyone
The whole team has cash and card, and
Jordan wouldn't have been Jordan without Scottie