Murci

Wow
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shining on the roof, in the Rolls it looks like LIV
We searched for her in the Phantom, but she’s gone in an Uber Lyft
In Miami, a lot of people are stacking, don’t talk to me about beef
Girls who speak English, I want a Taylor Swift

Yeah (Yeah), Taylor Swift’s in the Epic, not in the Lyft
Rockstar life like KISS, with my whole crew like Chief Keef
We hit up your baby mama, that was just a disc
Dude, I’m a Jedi, who the hell is Chris to me?

I told your baby to give me a sign
We’ll have her call you so you can put her on speaker
Talking shit about me, trying to unzip my zipper
My place looks like E11EVEN and I don’t even live in Brickell

Yeah, we’re three hundred
Always lit, that’s why I wear Stevie Wonder shades
What you got is comedy, I drink like Tropic Thunder
And you’re calling her, but she’s just not picking up, prr-prr-prr-prr-prr, hey

Yeah, hit her up again, eh
Call her again, eh
Vibing again, eh
I bought her another Rolex, eh, for the second time, eh
I get her to suck it when she’s on her period
And tell me what you’re gonna do, what you gonna do?

I’m Duracell, Duracell, going for eight hours
Check the bill that’s at the Sofitel, Sofitel
She’s got another kid and she’s not gonna keep it
I shot it inside and she’s not gonna keep it, nah!

Are you still following me or not?
Wow, wow

I make it rain, I got her shining like a star
We had a night and they called from the lobby, like I gotta attend to her
Wow, wow, wow
My neck’s shining, even if you close your eyes, dude, you gotta see me

Yeah, there were thirty at the club with your girl
Thirty Addys, feel the glitch
I don’t go to church, but oh, my nigga, splish
I opened that thing up and that girl smells like peach

Nova and Jory with the Draco like Robi
A motherfucker, all day, just call me Kobe, prr-prr
It’s twelve, baby girl, come find me, I’m in the lobby
We’re going hard, back in the days of White Lion, I was at home

This is a hobby (This is a hobby), this is a hobby (This is a hobby)
The rifle’s bisexual, but I’m not homophobic
I’m the beast, what you gonna do? Baby, just obey
I don’t wear Cuban links anymore, but shout out to Ovi

Taylor Swift, Doja Cat
She knows the twelve commandments and she’s gonna sin
I don’t want a Barbie, I want a Bratz
She’s not an angel and I make her go prra
You’re Lucifer, I’m the trinity

Jump like a bunny, she thinks she’s Bad
Only speaks English, she says to me: Oh, my God (Prr-prr-prr, hey)
Taylor Swift (Taylor Swift), Doja Cat (Doja Cat)
She knows the twelve commandments and she’s gonna sin
I don’t want a Barbie, I want a Bratz
She’s not Anuel, hey, but I make her

Damn, how much do I give for the Ferrari, if for the Bentley down payment I gave...?

Seventy like Héctor, like Héctor
Like Héctor, switch to sixth
I’ve wanted the Ferrari since sixth grade
I don’t drink red wine, but get seventy bottles

Like Héctor, like Héctor
You’re a punk, we’re not in Héctor’s times
You’re an insect, retire like Héctor
God bless you, Tito and Héctor say it, wow

I don’t want an Infinity
I want a Ferro and a baby like Trinity
In PR, punk, no security
I want two billion babies like DÁKITI, you following me?

I don’t stay at the embassy
If you fall, mmm, probability
And we’ll cut your Wi-Fi like Xfinity
At this level, my life is a reality, hey

All Moschino (All Moschino), all Moschino (All Moschino)
I fuck your sister and make your kids my nephews (My nephews)
I talked to Haze and he said: They’re not classy
Who told the gossip that I was with Corcino? (Corcino)

Oh, call the party, we’re in the zone
From Santurce to Alturas de Cupey
With this, I make it clear we’re not the same, J
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Give me space, I don’t go solo and I took them to Holland
Louis the—, hey, Louis the scarf, Louis all—, hey
Louis all the rounds

The Pressure