A 200 (part. Lil Naay, Carlos Trvp y Little Homie)

I even hook it up to sleep
All good ones shoot, but I don't fall for it
The street is not for boys
We're going to follow the street like the bullfight, Pacho

If they are all, they have metals
And we too, have the courage to shoot them
We have more sticks than little timpani
I turned it on as a secret, I have to get soaked

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

Criminal of criminals, the Fader makes it abnormal
I have like four thousand dollars worth of three pedals
They tried to block me, I screwed them up
I don't want to force it with the mafia that doesn't work out for you

On Sundays, the leather is unstitched
We have long and short weapons like the cartels
Grass for the one who smokes, white for the one who smells
And if you don't give it like I do, there are other levels

We're like 50 people and we fuck with Diddy
You guys don't go down hard even if you're putting on amiri
The song is the worst, down there they have Kiry and I
I'm gonna do my errand, no witty, witty

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

Putting on the pressure and we are not the first
They shine in December, we shine all year round
I'm interested in rooms, but I want a jewelry box
Another one but for life, always behind six zero

Lots of money in the easy way, I fell in love with the system
So much so that I did bad things while having a topic stuck
Tell me mommy what you offer because this doesn't satisfy me
I know you want money, I don't mind being honest

I have the thirty one, I also have the twenty one
And a brand new Glock that has seventeen
Give me a Siri, she's going to be mad at a check
But if you move funny I'll keep the whole bill

Yeh, yeh, I got a drool for two hundred
A drum comb that I have under the seat
Because of the zaza I don't even feel it anymore
I put it in you and you moved, I'm not in feelings

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

Dude, we do it differently here and we turn you on in front of people
Count on whoever you count on, motherfucker, I don't hang out with people
I like the colors, but I don't like transparent ones
Ass of all flavors, tell Richie to tell you

I love her, but she lies to me
She says, I'm sick, she can't feel it because of the pain
That with me everything feels different
She is willing to do anything, because of me there are no people around

He goes to sleep with his head under his pillow
If I'm not there, anything can hit me
A party likes blones with brava
He swallows it whole with the high note

To sleep I hook it up
They all pull leather, but I don't fall for it
The street is not for boys
We're going to follow the street like the bullfight, Pacho

If they are all, they have metals
And we too, and the courage to shoot them
We have more sticks than little timpani
I turned it on as a secret, I have to put on a vest

I made a drool for two hundred
A drum I have under the seat
With the zaza I don't even feel it anymore
I put it in you and you moved, I'm not in feelings

We are driving at two hundred
An envelope of zaza to tripear of three hundred
Your boyfriend is in feelings
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred

And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred
And he doesn't know that you are a bad girl who goes at two hundred