Las Piponas

Yo yo, talk to me
Hey, that dude you were hanging out with the other day, that
Dude's texting me saying he's got some hot girls and a party going on
What do you say we bring some color? That dude's just chilling like he's in Guatapé
Should we roll up or what?

The girls are classy, exotic
Just like the stuff I’m packing
Rolling in a farm, tripping on psychedelic vibes, I’m all set

Surrounded by famous booties
That you only see on Instagram
More than one will give it up for a little cash
And don’t talk trash online or I’ll tighten the screws

Looking sharp, man
The vibe’s hitting me, and I’m in the zone
Let my crew enjoy what I’ve achieved, tonight I’m hitting the town with Emma
I’m cruising in a spark, my kid, all Chevrolet
And they’re playing my tracks
The guy driving said, "Bro, this is fire, your tracks are lit"
It’s

Looks like a pharmacy, pills, schemes, clones, and methadone
I’m chilling at Lleras, the gringos go wild for the mad powder
Saw the cash after the waters rose, and it’s not fake, my crew’s all about the big girls
Today I’m on a mission, didn’t roll in the minivan
I cashed out in the rat

I don’t think twice, I just go for it
And I didn’t even have to spend that much
A nice spot, a motel in Itagüi, I’m all in
And another one came to collect, I don’t pay, she’s gotta give it to me for free
If she doesn’t loosen up fast, and she’s too high-maintenance, I’m outta here

Yes, sir, I’ve got cash to burn
And don’t think I waste it on nonsense
Especially not on these groupies who cling to the VIP, they all come in high
So many passes, not even the Barca team
I had her sucking, and it wasn’t a bank
I had a little chick trying it out, she was a lesbian
Like Westcol with Valka

And I’m all about the party
But if there are clients to serve, let me know
The order’s in, those gringos are wild, they’re taking the real deal
And the other one’s all good, man, yeah
With that vibe, it’s like a mass

Just because I didn’t buy her drinks or a bottle doesn’t mean I wouldn’t give her a good time
A trip that’s better than ayahuasca
The dude was a total jerk
The stuff smelled like a bad deal
The girl freaked out, called me by name

Throwing balls like in bowling
So much color, it’s like a Prismacolor
The girls are all over me, they want me to hit them up, sending nudes for a follow
They throw so much, I got tired of it
Tell her if she’s down to chill

Because I’m just vibing and not wearing any fancy brands
Not the labels all these crazy kids with drug dealer dreams wear
I chill, throw on my Air Force kicks
I don’t like wearing jeans

Oh, damn
Jb jb
Pass me the Gatorade, damn, I’m all crayola
I’m just chilling, haha
That girl’s blowing more than August, damn
Let me know, Jb, Frankie, nun, Kris R, the K
I’m rolling with Pepe’s crew, let me know, Ricky
You’re all spaced out or what? Chill out.