Volao (feat. Lunay)

Today I woke up without you (No)
Doesn't matter, got the AP in my hand
Asses in my face like a selfie
The party when we go out is nasty
For the enemies, I got Mickey
In PR, every day we're active
We started walking like Blacky
Without you but a legend like Yankee

I, I'm high, but I'm messed up
I, oh, if it's not in a BMW, bro, I'm not coming down
No, no, I don't see them even looking down
To those who didn't believe when I was down
It was to kill you that God brought me

I, I'm high, but I'm messed up
I, oh, if it's not in a BMW, bro, I'm not coming down
No, no, I don't see them even looking down
To those who didn't believe when I was down
It was to kill you that God brought me

Real, that's why they haven't talked about me
The BMW climbs to a hundred and forty
One Phillie goes out and another one gets rolled
By the cops, the jeans stay tight (ah, ah)
I got a new whip, new bitch

New phone, who's this?
I made the black girl's boobs
I move it and it hits you, shakes, yeah-yeah
Now the story is different
I don't see where they are, no, no

Bro, I think back
Of course, I'm going to snore, yeah-yeah
I don't want them close, they're like their fake vans
People who sin for me
If Christ takes me, I'll go down in history

Tell me, Russian
I just got here in New York
I'll hit you up later Remember the AP and the Patek That's for mommy

So high that if I want, I'll send down two Paganis to PR
Don't let the pounds and the molly for all the babies run out
I was born in the heat, asshole, you and I are not the same
I dreamed, it will happen, we're going to explode in Choli (amen)
Lunay, we want to see you (hey)

Tell Chanell, we have to pay up
Many didn't have faith (yeah) and now they have to suck
Flow like Migos diamonds, the VVS, the missing ones
I'm clear on the street, always with God, but I don't let go of the gun
I'm high, but I'm messed up (oh, yeah)

The bitches are made, they're all European
I don't fuck around with work, no (no)
They don't pressure me, they don't do shit (shit)
In Uru', the nail, millionaire and legal
As if I'm laundering the ticket

Everyone wants war, but none of them mention us
It's not about saying they can, it's about being able (no)
The account in heaven, the feet on the ground (ay)
Beware of the fakes, work the waist
Yours won't last

Lu-Lu-Lunay
Lu-Lu-Lunay
Tell Chanell
The Marcionos, motherfuckers
The Family
Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu, yeah, ah (I, I—)
Chris Jedi (Wuh, wuh; I, oh, if it's not in a BMW, bro, I'm not coming down)
Gaby Music, hey
Tell me Ninow, yeah
Tell me, eh
Tell me Ninow, yeah
Yizus