Tu Papá (feat. Ilnenedeoro y Borya)

(Brrr)
(Daimi On The Beats Bitch)
(Oblock Gang)
(1.7 Chuchetumare)
(Brr El Nene)

I'm rollin', strapped up, ready to go
In the hood with my crew
They suckin' your dick if you don't want
To get killed, takin' out the competition
Your bitch called up a friend
I gave it all to her face and she
Said you don't shoot, you don't
Pull, you don't really live
In the trap, you're just a pussy nigga

I got 'em hooked and I don't sell crack
I'm stackin' up the cash for
My pops, doin' time, pullin' half
A kilo on his neck, I can't
Explain how I fuck so many
Bitches, how I smoke so much, maybe
'Cause I'm countin' bills all day, I'm
Buyin' more extensions
And gettin' more guns
'Cause I ain't leavin' my mama
Home alone

(Brrr)
(Money Boyss)
(Il nene)
(Oblock)

A couple of tracks like, and
We hit that bitch
Dodging the cops, we
Know that route, always
Wanted to be a millionaire, a
Motherfucker, straight outta the UK
They bring me the world
Millions in cash, the
Gun with a drum
All my brothers hustlers
They’re on fire

Don't look at me funny or I'll press
The button, I don't wear trapstar
That trend's over, like
Your moment in music
Now I'm runnin' this movie
Now I'm pullin' these bitches
I got her floatin' on top
Of me without needing to pop pills

I got all these
Jealous singers, 'cause I make
Millions, sittin' pretty in the chair
We're gonna take you out, try
Your luck, I'm rollin' with the crew
Your uncles know
Pudahuel north, all
Ferragamo dripped out and
Gucci carded up, the
Cash is paid
With the
Bersa and the glock, we're
Gonna make you pay attention

(One seven)