Spicy Crab (feat. Bryant Myers)

Played for the movie without casting
With my boys like Luther Martin
Got the route to move the white tees
Need a chiropractic for my neck

Carrying so many clothes
If I see Benny, I'll bring out the trouble
We're on fire like the 4 Fantastic
Watch out for Arturo or we'll give you a beating

The shooting in pistols, get an umbrella
Control in Carola like the donkey in Cagua
Like Mencho, low in twenty cars
I flex in emojis, we shorten it in water

Glock 7, the count goes up
I pull it out and pop, the Draco swings if I see King Kong
I spit forty in less than a TikTok
My balls are heavy like Sech
They don't have the average to measure up
Jumping like Ganesh's arm
Aimed for the legs, squeezed and won

The ambulance left and died in trauma
They accused us and found no cause
With the same flow, Austin and Omar Calma
Heading to the beach to burn a palm
Brr, brr, Millo Gang

Never look to the side or back
I have a flow that brings them down spicy, spicy crab
The gun hooks like the Off-White strap
And the one you want to give it to, I have her clapping, yeah

Never look to the side or back
I have a flow that brings them down spicy, spicy crab
The gun hooks like the Off-White strap, yeah
And the one you want to give it to, I have her clapping

They talk to me about you as if we're not enough
I keep making money without releasing a song
With this one I came down with Thanos' glove
In the right hand with the five gems

I notice them tiny
I notice they don't bear fruit
A thousand horse races in a May downpour
Worth more than your thirty-minute show

The accountant tells me I'm doing fantastic
That's why I don't even practice to kill them
The stick I have breaks their bones
I nicknamed it Mr. Chiropractor

They mess with me, I take away their undefeated
With a comb of mixed bullets
At this level where I am
I retire and keep collecting like an artist

Sowing terror like a Taliban
Mine get down and give it to you
With more tools than a handyman
I feel like Osama in Afghanistan

The van is full of donkeys in the back
With kilos whiter than the Ku Klux Klan
The bullets look like toucan beaks
Even if they shoot [?] that's how they hit

Never look to the side or back
I have a flow that brings them down spicy, spicy crab
The gun hooks like the Off-White strap
And the one you want to give it to, I have her clapping

Never look to the side or back
I have a flow that brings them down spicy, spicy crab
The gun hooks like the Off-White strap
And the one you want to give it to, I have her clapping