100 Gramos

Yeah, hands up, hands up
Yeah, hands up
The guns go up in the air, the girls go up high
My crew hits play, man, so I can live it up

Don’t make a mistake, don’t make a mistake
Before, the asses were good, but now they’re better
I don’t talk on the phone, I put them on hold
She wants to roll with me, but I just laugh, and lol, haha

Yeah, hands up, hands up
Yeah, hands up
The guns go up in the air, the girls go up high
My crew hits play, man, so I can live it up

Don’t make a mistake, don’t make a mistake
The asses were good, now they’re better
I don’t talk on the phone, I put them on hold
She wants to roll with me, but I just laugh, and

We don’t open the club, but we close it, yeah
I got a hundred grams, oh
Champagne, on you, you know I spill it, oh-oh
We’re not getting married
After this, we don’t have to talk
No one’s coming to save us
We’re gonna kill it, baby, we’re gonna kill it

Come on, let’s kill it on the line
The Pressure
Crew, let’s kill it on the line
Bitch, let’s kill it on the line
Haha, yeah, yeah

Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up
You with me?
Come on, let’s kill it on the line
Haha
Crew, let’s kill it on the line
Bitch, let’s kill it on the line
Dog

Baby, do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna fuck?
I’ll break it down like Tony Hawk
Wisin and Yandel, the girls in the club
I don’t sing unless they give me 300 like Cîroc, or like Curry

I also want 500 like Curry
We’ll move them to Missouri
Come on, hurry
Mommy, what do you want? Heat it up

In the club
We don’t open, but we close the club
274 and not the Patek
We gave it to your ex with the Intratec

I’m the darkness, I’m the 666
Yeah, I’m the 666
We’ll knock off your Oakleys, fuck Feid
In the Vanderbilt suite, never in the Ok
That’s a mistake, baby, don’t make a mistake

I roll with 458 like Ferro
Come on, mommy, tonight’s a horror show, horror
And we’ll kill it, baby, and we’ll kill it
Don’t talk about war, we’re the ones who fight
With the bottle in hand

Even though we don’t open the club, but we close it, yeah
I got a hundred grams, oh
Champagne, on you, you know I spill it, oh-oh
We’re not getting married
After this, we don’t have to talk
No one’s coming to save us
We’re gonna kill it, baby, we’re gonna kill it

Come on, let’s kill it on the line
Crew, let’s kill it on the line
Bitch, let’s kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up

Come on, let’s kill it on the line
Crew, let’s kill it on the line
Bitch, let’s kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up

The Pressure
Wow
Yeah, you with me?
Haha