Pikete Italiano 2 (feat. Omar Montes, JC Reyes y El Krtl)

Haha
Hey
The style, the packs, the bundles
Nothing new, man

Twelve hundred in my pocket, dressed to impress
Walking down the Grand Via, people giving me looks
Designer brands, Italian style
Ferragamo belt, brought in from Milan

Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana
Order whatever you want, babe, it’s all good (whatever you want, babe)
Fifteen bottles for the whole crew
Ready for the party, bro, now we fill the stands

Check out the pants and the cap I’m rocking
With a badass flow that gets under people’s skin
I hit the store and California smells like weed
With a kilo on my neck, just imagine the price

I got the girls vibing to all my songs
They’re vibing, natural hair and extensions
With me, you’re safe, we cover all the angles
Rolling up on their chests and burning the blunts

At the party, I spent [?]
Inside, hoodie, guns, forty
Everybody in my money
At the rally, where’s Rony?

Two thousand five hundred in my pocket, dressed to impress
Walking down the Grand Via, people giving me looks
Designer brands, Italian style
Ferragamo belt, brought in from Milan

Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana
Order whatever you want, babe, it’s all good
Fifteen bottles for the whole crew
Smoking while I roll one up

We’re lowkey on the move
The ugly ones are knocking at my door, coming after me
I roll with two hundred demons, I’m a G
We break into your house and steal your Wi-Fi (Omar Montes)

I’m with the crew, all eleven, all in Philipp Plein
The girls want Fendi, they don’t want Shein
Encapsulated like a Lambo, like Lil Wayne
I’m the original, man, you’re fake

Whores, cars, money, chains, Mexican (give it to me, dude)
Whores, cars, money, chains, just to get laid, today

Thirty thousand in my pocket, dressed to impress
In Pan Bendito, they celebrate what I earn
Designer brands, gypsy style
Ferragamo belt, brought in from Milan

Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana
Order whatever you want, baby, it’s all good
I’ll pick you up, you and your mom
And when no one’s watching, I’ll get a taste

We do it quick and easy (for sure)
Check it out, my dude, over a thousand in my pocket (you know)
Be careful if I catch you
I bought an AK and I’ve got my finger on the trigger

We light up the party, with a couple of hotties
All saying yes, shake that booty over here
Move that body for me, with my bros at the rally
I’m booking a house in Bali, we got what it takes
Like the Cali cartel

We got what it takes
You can see it from the outside, no need to go into details
It’s normal for everyone to let you down
You were never serious, you were never street

And now I got a couple of bitches, living the good life and making cash
Twelve hundred in my pocket (tell them), man, we’re on TV
They don’t go up to Bilbao anymore, they know it’s not worth it
The candy’s stuck, all their girlfriends are hostages, how much do you want?

Roll it up!, move it, man, roll it!
She dances and shakes her ass like Donkey Kong
I don’t drink the high, I drink Dom Pérignon
And I got your girl used to tasting my blunt

When I step out in my Nikes, I’m lit
And even though they call me now, they’re always looking for trouble
When I jump on stage with my crew
Always North Face, never feel cold, hey

It chokes you, it gets to your throat
When I have it inside, I say: "Now, babe, sing"
And sing, because your body can’t take it anymore
She’s a devil, but with a saint’s face (babe)

Two thousand five hundred in my pocket, dressed to impress
Walking down the Grand Via, people giving me looks
Designer brands, Italian style
Ferragamo belt, brought in from Milan

Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana
Order whatever you want, babe, it’s all good
Fifteen bottles for the whole crew
Smoking while I roll one up

Paw, Omar Montes, yeah
KvndySwing
Krtl music, motherfuckers
Baby shit
JC Reyes
Tell me, Cesee