Frank Lukas (feat. Big Soto)

Yeah
Claps
898
Yeah
Soto (hey, hey)
Is Venezuela a real trapper
Hey, hey, hey

New houses, new cars, new bitches
Making money, we have a route
Putting the word, no one can argue with us
Always smoking Sour, the bitches enjoy us (yeah, hey, Soto)

Because we have new cars, new bitches
We're not in Monterrey, but watch your girl
All those asking for Moët, I have the money
On top of me they want to smoke, I feel like Frank Lucas

Hey, I'm the doctor, Julianno the medic
In the United States pushing all this coke
I'm not an actor, I don't get involved
With all this respect in the street they give me a title

Italian sports car, the babies I'm hitting come from Milan
And I'm smoking a fake cigarette, the street, the bitches, exotic grams
All the houses in style, my bad, I see them, I laugh because they're frustrated
It's been a couple of years sounding in the street, throwing more punches than Manny Pacquiao

All this swag, all those Milan looks
The guns that come with the banana clip
Living in evil, I didn't like what was healthy
I swore to be a millionaire and I won't do it in vain

My word is valid, what I sing is reality
We take out the whole orchestra, the drums and guitar
So let's open the club, I can't stand a bite
We fuck your girlfriend, we break her asterisk

All the guns are aesthetic
I'm not a killer, just a collector
I'm too hacked on the track
They're copying too many choruses, they're already my backup singers

She's a cheerleader with a big ass
Positions that can't explain the point of view
Right now I like the artist's life
We discard many from the list
They think they know, but they have to be taught, like tourists

If I hit on your girl at midnight, I doubt she'll resist
Because I have a futuristic drug
The commentators kiss my dick
Asking too much like an interview

New houses, new cars, new bitches
Making money, we have a route
Putting the word, no one can argue with us
Always smoking Sour, the bitches enjoy us

Because we have new cars, new bitches
We're not in Monterrey, but watch your girl
All those asking for Moët, I have the money
On top of me they want to smoke, I feel like Frank Lucas, hey

Hey, hey (Soto)
Julianno Sosa (yeah)
Sosa Mafia (Maf)
Big Soto

Claps (yeah)
Chile and Venezuela
Is Venezuela a real trapper
Trap, trap, trap, trap, tra

New houses, new cars, new bitches
Making money, we have a route
Putting the word, no one can argue with us
Always smoking Sour, the bitches enjoy us

Because we have new cars, new bitches
We're not in Monterrey, but watch your girl
All those asking for Moët, I have the money
On top of me they want to smoke, I feel like Frank Lucas, hey