Barras & Barras

Yeah-yeah
Yeah, leggo, yeah
Yeah
(Retroboy)
Yeah, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it

Heavy weapon, but it's not Rambo
Washing money to raise my label
This asshole is talking so much
We leave your body full of holes like cheese
Look at the ship, at the black guy's tooth
You don't do trap, you don't have groove
Look at the ship, at the black guy's tooth
You don't do trap, you don't have groove
If I pass the blitz, it's already news
There are guys on the net wanting my media
Prada Milano, I sent it to my girl
Spending a bullet at the mall on Thursday
I don't mess with checks, I don't mess with Adidas
Money in the account boosts self-esteem
I kill this beat and I'm killing laughing
That's why some guys call me Joker

My man, you know
Why are you shaking?
Came to the favela, got so lost
Some guys called you Nemo
Smoking the crap with the gang
If I catch this beat, it's scary
Lately, I've been smoking so much
That even my lungs want it (burn)
Smoking this flower with this dry (dry)
You talk a lot and don't do (leggo)
Paparazzi, I know they're following me
They saw me sending signals (leggo)
Whippin' my wrist
I'm addicted to that lean shit
It's so tacky, I didn't see your diss
This shit in the studio is simple to me
Spitting bars and bars
Retro, indeed, indeed
Spitting bars and bars
Retro, indeed, indeed
I'm getting used to the luxury life
Spending everything, but only on useless things
Like instant noodles, I made it in two minutes
If I don't smoke this herb, my man, I freak out

Look at the ship, at the silver tooth
Sure that's what bothers you
You don't do trap, you do bossa nova
You don't do trap, you do bossa nova
And give a year to the guys
You'll see the guys riding Meca
I don't hang out with tacky rappers
These guys put minoxidil on their foreheads
And make sure not to test my choppa
We write in full, punctuate and send
I don't declare my money
I wash this shit, my studio is a laundromat
I go to the mall, spend it all
I didn't have it before, now I do
Before earning my money
I earned my respect
Moving the street, feeling like Jimmy
She's asking me Jimmy (choo)
I don't look at the price
I just look if it matches
With the damn skinny (blue)
We're in attack position
They in Brandili, I in designer
They in Brandili, I in designer
My choppa is full, we're the crime
She wants me because I'm the steel
I roll this boy like money in a rubber band
Hide money under plastic
Burning rubber in the automatic car
Tic-tac, knock-knock
At your door with Dé
You should, didn't pay?
Clack-clack-clack
Clack-clack-clack

Heavy weapon, but it's not Rambo
Washing money to raise my label
This asshole is talking so much
We leave your body full of holes like cheese
Look at the ship, at the black guy's tooth
You don't do trap, you don't have groove
Look at the ship, at the black guy's tooth
You don't do trap, you don't have groove
If I pass the blitz, it's already news
There are guys on the net wanting my media
Prada Milano, I sent it to my girl
Spending a bullet at the mall on Thursday
I don't mess with checks, I don't mess with Adidas
Money in the account boosts self-esteem
I kill this beat and I'm killing laughing
That's why some guys call me Joker