no soy 2.0 (feat. Luar La L, Slayter y Pressure 9X19)

The street's yours, but the girls will always be ours
You roll with borrowed bling, just for the photos
And we're out on tour with a full booking
While you flex on your stories
The day they mention me, I swear we’ll put a stop to it
We’re in the streets and your girls are with us

They’re asking for Jay Wheeler
This is for the singers and drug dealers
This is for the singers and drug dealers, yeah, you know
We got cash to burn and I’m just waiting for my turn

Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
I got the stuff they want (Hey, baby)
The shots keep coming (Bang)
I make these wannabes melt (Yeah; you know I got the bossy, baby)
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith and (Three Letters, La L, what’s up?)

I move like a drug dealer, I don’t mess with the feds (The feds)
I never cut the kilos, baby, I’m not Jhay (What’s up, Jhayco?)
Stay in your lane, Tory Lanez (Watch out over there, dude)
'Cause I’m rolling with a new 300 that Slay lent me (Brr!)

I tighten up and behind me goes the choker (What?)
Whoever wants to test me, come at me (Come on, test me, dude)
And we’ll drill your block with shots (Brr)
I’m chilling in Luna mode (Haha)
Millionaire, my kid’s been rich since the cradle (You know I’m a millionaire, dude)
My verses are a breakout, and there’s no vaccine (You know, the Three Letters)

I’ve already gone global, no need since I learned to trap (Why?)
What I live daily, I write to rap (They know)
You’re just a cover and paint, dude, we’re gonna rap you (Yeah, haha)
Underwater like El Flavor (What’s up, Dei V), we’re gonna dive on you (What?)
Don’t try to let go of the hands (No), no one’s gonna box here (Hey, I’m just comfortable, dude)
You’re like a pound of double (Haha), I’m gonna have to spray you (What?)
I don’t want new friends, I’m antisocial (Oh, baby)
A little player like Ousi, keeping it social, haha (Yeah, what?)

I know the ugly ones are looking for me
And the opposers don’t show themselves
They’re puppets of the internet
If I hit them with the full, they fall three at a time

I got a gun under the Moncler
I’m a holy devil in Cartier
Free all my people behind bars
Addicted to Perks like Darkiel

I don’t want no deals
I roll with the devils with dreadlocks
19X will blow your mind
There’s a little rapper flexing, I’m dying to see him

He says he’s a devil, I haven’t seen him in hell
Baby, I’m not Lunay, I don’t care what your mom thinks
A foam cup with two lines in the Sprite
Spent five hundred bucks to kill you in a Hyundai (Bang!)

The sucker died for flexing on us in a live
A little player, but I’m not Ousi
I got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story has me feeling horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me

A little player, but I’m not Ousi
I got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story has me feeling horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me

Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
I got the stuff they want
The shots keep coming

I make these wannabes melt
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith and
Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers

I got the stuff they want
The shots keep coming
I make these wannabes melt (Yeah)
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith and (The King of the Fast Ones)

The ugly ones are looking for me, the case went up on appeal (It went up on appeal)
In this life, there’s no chest that’s bulletproof (Did you see?)
The best captain, the shooter is my comrade
Now there’s a bit of everything, before I had nothing

Aren’t they puppets? They shit themselves if it’s a threat (Hey, dude)
They roll with swords, but they’re fairy tale stories (Haha)
You handle it, don’t wait for someone to do it for you (Get yours)
The girls are yours, but I give them the zun da da (Zun da da)

Three hundred from Sparta, we’re a lot
Don’t cry for the girls, at night I’m the one they listen to (Did you hear?)
I don’t trust much, I don’t close my eyes even when I shower (It’s a shout)
They’re barking and up here I don’t hear them (I don’t hear them)

My house has an escape route, warrior in the fourth bat
This gun was sure; if you invested, you made it (You made it)
Dude, did you mix the bullets or did you get stuck on the way? (No, no)
I’m not Jay Wheeler, baby, I’m Glizzy Gvngster

What?
Three Letters, La L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
What’s up, Slayter?
What’s up, Yecko, on the controls?
Hey, we’re the supernatural ones, baby

The King of the Fast Ones
What’s up, Slay?
What’s up, Jay Wheeler?
Baby, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
Haha, yeah