Trapicheo

Khea, yeah (yah)
Trap— (trap) —picheo (picheo)

Hustling crossed, eh (-crossed, -crossed)
Through the trap, passed, eh (passed, -crossed)
Ma', my neck is heavy, eh (heavy, -crossed)
Money doesn't change my upholstery (yeah)
That fake is stepped on, eh
Like Drake, elevated, eh (-elevated, -vated)
I chose to empty the glass, fill it again
With my eyes I pass to leave everything won, eh (yah eh-eh)
Trappers go everywhere, oh-oh (yah)
For the drip I'm trained, yo' (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Healing in me what I've left, yeah (yah)
Complaints are for all the bad, yeah (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Friend in itself with my songs, I sought to sound everywhere, la'o (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
There is no future without the past (woh)

I make a chorus and shine with millions (with millions), ey (ey, ey)
The girls want to catch us without a condom, ey (ey, ey, ey)
I make a chorus and shine with millions (with millions), ey (ey, ey, ey)
The girls want to catch us without a condom (wah)

For the industry we are the revolutions (revolutions)
By day we write a thousand songs
The pills like batteries, for a free (free-free-free)
They pay me, yeah (they pay me), for a free
Now the weird one is looking at me, yeah, after the VIP (yah)
We always keep partying (partying)
Girls with marijuana blunts (marijuana)
Fast like Ferrari (Ferrari), yeah, yeah, yeah
I landed at the top (yah-ah-ah)
Shows, flows, chains, hoes on top (yah-ah-ah)
My adrenaline rises, I break the discipline (the discipline—)
The long journey home is approaching me (is approaching me)

I make a chorus and shine with millions (millions), ey (ey, ey)
The girls want to catch us without a condom, ey (ey, ey, ey)
I make a chorus and shine with millions (with millions), ey (ey, ey, ey)
The girls want to catch us without a condom (ey, ey, ey; yah)

Hustling crossed, eh (-crossed, -crossed)
Through the trap, passed, eh (passed, -crossed)
Ma', my neck is heavy, eh (heavy, -crossed)
Money doesn't change my upholstery (yeah)
That fake is stepped on, eh
Like Drake, elevated, eh (-elevated, -vated)
I chose to empty the glass, fill it again
With my eyes I pass to leave everything won, eh (yah eh-eh)
Trappers go everywhere, oh-oh (yah)
For the drip I'm trained, yo' (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Healing in me what I've left, yeah (yah)
Complaints are for all the bad, yeah (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Friend in itself with my songs, I sought to sound everywhere, la'o (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
There is no future without the past (woh)