GOLDEN GUN

[Part I]

Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have va-va-va—

Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles (va-Va-Va—)
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles (va-Va-Va—)
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles (va-Va-Va—)
Stand up to me, I doubt it, because I have various styles (va-Va-Va—)

All this mama's boy flow, you and your wannabe crew
Fronting with asses that I've been hitting for a while
I have two Playboy girls, I'm crazy about Tommy Lee
Damn, twenty-nine and zero, damn, I feel like Khabib

MVP, Iverson with the sleeve
I sent the hotel PIN, the suite is more lit than LIV
You know I go all out when the splits arrive, okay, okay
I'm the boss, everyone copies me, okay, okay

Pretty Ballads with Raf, Octavio with Rick
Tell Andrés, tell Antonio, I need another feat
I took the toughest one from the gym, damn, and I'm not even fit
Damn, tell Nicole that I don't even know my feed anymore

You look like Osiris, but you're from Paris
I sent an LV TIENDV hoodie and she models it for me
A German model, that ass is AMG
You don't hang out with the gang or cheat, my G

Oh, damn, what are you going to do?
You won't make it even if you're born again
It's your girl who wants it, what am I going to do?
Keep talking shit and we'll see each other, you'll see

Oh, damn, what are you going to do?
You won't make it even if you're born again
It's your girl who wants it, what am I going to do?
Keep talking shit and we'll see each other

Damn, tell the promoter we want everything in cash
After that, we're going to District, I'm going to blow it up today
I have beef with my accountant, he won't stop scolding me
But I never had anything, how am I supposed to know how to save?
Driving around in the Prado, from Palma to Envigado
I have shooters in the states, I have bosses—

[Part II]

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth before the evil days come
Let's go to heaven
Let's go to hea—, let's go to heaven
Remember your—
Youth
Let's go to hea—, let's go to—, let's go to hea—

Praying for my Nikes to step on this whole world
For money to stop being a problem at home
You admire those who imitate, never the original
I can't be fake, being who I am, I'd die

Praying for the clouds not to ruin the good days
In case bad luck strikes, they can't stop it
This 911 Turbo is already full of dreams
Basquiat in this shit, LEGO by LEGO

I design my future, doing it for those I'd die for
Working on what many would kill for
They changed with me and I had to give them the default
It hurt, but it was all part of the role

I've been in the bullpen for years waiting for my call
And my time has come with an overall, overall
I swore that anyone trying to overshadow me
I would have to take them down like Luka to Chris Paul

I had to create my own league like LaVar Ball
And now I teach them like Robi Alomar in baseball
From the Hall of Fame and you strike out in softball
Life never stops and turns like a sunflower

You have to turn it into art like Banksy and Andy War
Today they don't know you, tomorrow you're like Biggie Smalls
Ready to die a legend, Tom Brady in the Super Bowl
And dunk over him with the— (Let it drop), ah

Find me a mirror to inspire me
This will live forever, because it's art, art
Everyone wants me to sing it
Because my favorite rappers don't hit it like before

Find me a mirror to inspire me
This will live forever, because it's art, art
Everyone wants me to sing it
Because my favorite rappers don't hit it like before

What do you need to answer, asshole?
I'll set up the studio, pay you for hours of study, pay for the beat, tell me who
Send the bill, I'll treat you, but answer