Play Doh (feat. Skisia2 y Underaiki)
Big Soto
Play Doh (feat. Skisia2 and Underaiki)
Hello
Welcome to the world of wonders
AG Sixteen racing
(Haha, your daddy and your mommy)
AG, Ski, Aiki, and Soto
Venezuela
Real trap
Bi-bi-bitch, I'm not from New York
We got your block doing the Milly Rock
I'm on the block, you got the plug
Got a this spells 'cause I'm selling these rocks
I feel like Ski, uh, I'm not a rockstar
If you cross me, it's gonna be a creepypasta
I got a knife in my bag, uh
What you do is embarrassing, uh
I do everything just because, I put your bitch to sleep
I'm gonna send you to sleep
Got a by selling done packs, I got something weird in the back
You sound bad, Nickelback, bitch you look like a rat, uh
El Soto nigga, please
I have a psychological problem, only money can cure it (money, Money)
The street baby in leather, I have a different ass in every ghetto
Since I was a kid, I've been rude and honest, and if you don't like it, kiss it
This hits harder than Canelo
If you don't like it, suck it
The girl asks me for gas, and I bought a house in Palermo yesterday
My neck below zero without winter
In bed she says I'm sick, sorry
I know you're not what you're pretending to be, what you say is pure lies
Your numbers don't match my calculation
Your mom thinking of me is what makes me ejaculate
Ah, keep believing (El Soto, haha fool)
I break it like Play-Doh, like Play Doh
Killing rappers without criteria
With my crew we build an empire
Masked like Rey Mysterio
Pause, stop
I have a third eye on my forehead
I'm from the past, future, and present
They haven't stopped me, better not even try
Black, give me mine and go
I'm lit up like a blowtorch
You have a face like the toilet
I-I live the life of a fucking boss
I-I'm running, they can't catch me
I do it to pass the time, swim with the sharks, but they don't attack me
Skinny, handsome like Clayton
They have no criteria, they're like Play-Doh
If you're the ticket, I'm the school
Soto with Aiki, Skisia2, a mystery
They see me and shit themselves
I'm about to explode
I'm flying high, but I don't crash
Keep believing we're crazy
(He, he, he, he)
Real trap, real trap, bi-bitch