BALAS LOCAS (feat. Jon Z)

Yeah

These bastards are shooting crazy bullets, hey
All their bitches I have them going crazy, yeah, yeah
And for the rounds all the cars count crazy, hey
The ones who brag always end up bankrupt, hey, hey
These bastards are shooting crazy bullets, yeah, yeah
All their bitches I have them going crazy, hey
And for the rounds all the cars count crazy, yeah, yeah
The ones who brag always end up bankrupt, eh, yeah

I don't even talk anymore, let the music do it, hey
All my babes say they want to be the only ones, yeah
Gucci, Versace or Louis Vuitton always in the tunic, hey
And you're a pussycat, yeah, I want a UZI pat
All the hidden things that don't want to be seen
Here it's not allowed to go back
I have business to attend to
Always cooking like Heisenberg
Something to burn, time to light up
I come out in the movie that must be B
Ma' never dressed me to be saved
That's why I paid off the accounts
I don't owe anything to anyone and now they're asking me, hey
Even when I'm old they know I'll be the youthful king, hey
Your bitch has a video with me, like Noel and Yamil
And I'm hungry for her, but shut up, I'm talking to Jailene
The parties were at a thousand, don't talk to me about having me
What you have, I've had them twice, bastard, and I gave them away
The babes that show ID
They have to be twenty one plus
When it's me it sounds pro
The pick-up looks like a truck
Another turned around infiltrated
I don't even know how he got in
Bastards, throw me everything
Remember, I am your mentor

These bastards are shooting crazy bullets, hey
All their bitches I have them going crazy, hey (pa-pa-pa-pa)
And for the rounds all the cars count crazy, hey (yi, yi)
The ones who brag always end up bankrupt, haha (Jon Z, men)

Yeah, why are you going to shoot? (yi, yi)
You know you can't front me (yi, yi)
Your money and jewelry you can pawn (haha)
I have mine, nothing to envy (woh)
I shoot, the buddy will guide (rra!)
I sell it and I won't trust you
I'm the realest of the new ones (yi, yi)
I'm the realest of the new ones (yi, yi), yeah
Fame, bitch, drugs, house, car, money; daddy, I have it all (supu)
Before I was messing around, now I have my own blunt (oh)
I keep doing my thing without looking around, you don't know who you are (yeh)
Codeine, Chinese Fanta, a Perco pill, two foam cups (trr, pah!)
Mutherfucka, you'll die if you touch me (grr)
I move the rock, like Escobar the coke, ha (yi-yi, yi)
In the truck, with the chopper I crush them, uh (pa-pa)
There's no cops here, this is Quintana and the Jota, eh (yi-yi, yi)
Mutherfucka, you'll die if you touch me (trr, pah!)
I move the rock, like Escobar the coke, ah (wuh!)
In the truck, with the chopper I crush them, uh (grr)
There's no cops here, this is Quintana and the Jota

Jon Z, men!
Crazy, Humble and Real
LYKE MIKE
Young Kingz