Boliganga Freestyle

I’m not even a singer
And still, they want me to sing
To add my hot sauce
So the track hits and sticks

I’m not trying to act important
I used to edit without speakers
Now I’m letting loose in a fancy studio
And my chain doesn’t have diamonds

Hey dude, I drop a freestyle, I drop a freestyle if I feel like it
I saw you, I saw you, you’re working with gray hairs
Or tell me, you son of a bitch, what’s up Montana
Who the hell are you buying your weed from?

Don’t play dumb with me
The style they bring, I already improve
Not for nothing, they gave me the hook
I’ll bring it all to you, and I won’t get stuck

I have a friend named Theodore
They pass you around like in Spain with bulls
Don’t mess with me because I won’t cry for you
Throw me a punch to see if I take my time, yeah

What’s up?, what’s up?, what’s going on, buddy?
You’re too cold, are you scared?, you want beef, partner?
Go ahead, throw it at me, let’s see if I step up
You’re not a gang, buddy, I’ve got my crew
Crew that are killers and I’ve got another one addicted to cash

Who brings what I want from abroad
A jailer, I’m waiting for him outside
As soon as he gets out, he’ll eat the whole world (he’ll eat it all)
A young buck who’s fifteen
My crew will always come first (always)

Eh, yo' Mani, everyone’s crazy
Riding around the city on a bike
This is the real deal, I don’t get tired
Even if my pockets are empty

The boliganga hits like a hot pepper (this will hit you)
This is Cruz Santa, hits like a hot pepper (this will hit you)
You say it sounds good, I don’t even notice you
Hey buddy, you’re really crazy

From Cruz Santa, Corona, crazy cat
What a vibe, all the crazies, ninth