WOW (feat. Neo Pistea, Lucho SSJ y Obie Wanshot)

Wow, wow
Jowa
Arcones
Guacho, guacho, guacho, guacho
Uh, wah, wah

I said: Wow, wow
There are a couple of rappers who want to steal my flows, flow
I like money, my baby dresses in Dior, Dior
In a high-end car, I go tinted at full speed, wow
My baby loves money

It excites her to see me flaunt it, like in the days of the kilos
After invoicing it, let her do all the things I want the most
And the devil talks to me like Paganini
And she's like the crack in Biggie's corner

I want that ass, baby, Ivy flow
While she strips, I smoke Sticky Icky
While she strips, I smoke Sticky Icky
I live in a game like GTA

This one steals from us, this one too
This one doesn't do it so well
Wanshot, they can't believe it
The coins start falling
We're where you see it light up
Like wow, we stop selling

She says: Wow, wow
I hide it deep inside her and she says: Wow, wow
I can reach her stomach if she asks for deep throat, throat
In Merlo my neighborhood is mud, I don't live in Detroit

They invest in kilos, not in Bitcoin
Style stream, money Floyd
I never get married, Levington
Levite no, Lewis two

Frying potatoes, Pepsico
You're not a trap, terrible
Ah, it's very easy
I know, your flow is terrible

Shout-out to Duko, YSYSMO
We keep cooking deliciously
I do it in the living room and the delivery arrives
With a Britney twerking me slippery

I'm going to break her like Travi' in Kimberley
I enter her ass in an incredible way
While the baby tells me: Wow

I'm going to tell her too
If they run away, my doorbell, no
I have them drinking from the bottle, the shark

I said: Wow, wow
There are a couple of rappers who want to steal my flows, flow
I like money, my baby dresses in Dior, Dior
In a high-end car, I go tinted at full speed, wow
My baby loves money

My baby loves money, and for that I am the first
In matters they are not sincere, I came from the bottom like my Bardero'
Now living a movie that I don't even believe myself
American plug, also European

Tinted crystals, looking at the ugly ones
I live without recess, I set the cone
Smoking ten pounds and I still don't get dizzy
I'm a professional in this, we sound international

From zero in the game, ma, Calvin Klein sneakers
Now it's designer clothes with the gang
They tried to copy me and they don't do it well
The polarized glasses always over a hundred

I filled the trophy case
In the closet I put fine clothes
None of us saw ruin
They approach when you're on top

I have the shorty asking for more
Every move I make is effective
They're copying fake rapper flows
I don't trust anyone because they turn around, yeah

They all turn around, they all turn around
Black, yours was always a lie
I'm in my own world, I'm in the crosshairs
Escaping from the police

Who would have thought I would make it
Back to the neighborhood, they call me Messiah
My rebellion emanates poetry
You better be careful who you mess with

He says he's going to take me down, nobody takes me down
Except fake trappers who think they're untouchable
If you're a ghost, you're also a coward
Come to the street, son of a bitch, where the asphalt burns, C.R.O

We're killing the show, she asks me for flow
She came and got wet, says: Wow

I said: Wow, wow
There are a couple of rappers who want to steal my flows, flow
I like money, my baby dresses in Dior, Dior
In a high-end car, I go tinted at full speed, wow
My baby loves money