SKYDWELLER (part. CDobleta)

Yeah
Young Kingz, baby
(Jaja, what?)
I know, I know

I know it hurts you
That now on my wrist if the Rollie ain't Presidential, I got the Sky-Dweller
The foreign girls are asking me to take them for a ride
I hit the strip club and the cash starts pouring

Santal or Baccarat every time they catch my scent
If you’re looking for trouble, you might just lose your helmet
I come down humble, but they make me rebel
A top model to come and strut for me

I know it hurts you
That now on my wrist if the Rollie ain't Presidential, I got the Sky-Dweller
The foreign girls are asking me to take them for a ride
I hit the strip club and the cash starts pouring

Santal or Baccarat every time they catch my scent
If you’re looking for trouble, you might just lose your helmet
I come down humble, but they make me rebel
A top model to come and strut for me

She’s a pro, she knows what she’s doing, sometimes she wakes me up
Dude, if you’re fake, I don’t want you near me
The goods keep coming, they keep making me offers
My music hooks them like fentanyl does

I give the girls a thrill
She wants to be with the best in her league, she’s not stubborn
I pick her up in the Trackhawk or the Hellcat
She knows the real ones, always alert on the street

Whenever she drives the beast, she rolls down the window
She’s got a killer vibe and they can’t take it away
I love to see her on all fours, making her scream
I get her going in the booth and drop a freestyle

I know it hurts you
That now on my wrist if the Rollie ain't Presidential, I got the Sky-Dweller
The foreign girls are asking me to take them for a ride
I hit the strip club and the cash starts pouring

Santal or Baccarat every time they catch my scent
If you’re looking for trouble, you might just lose your helmet
I come down humble, but they make me rebel
A top model to come and strut for me

What?
Yo, tell me, Young King, Los Diablo', dude
Check out how to break a flow, dude

Yo-yo-yo, I’m with the Young King, we ain't going to Burger King anymore (tell me, Javi)
The girls are calling, they want me to send the PIN (there’s pressure)
Buying them Versace panties, the bad girls don’t want Pink (what?)
Three phones and don’t call, we’ll take your SIM (you heard, dude?)

Flying high and still hustling, they say: CDo, don’t slow down (I won’t slow down)
From up here I can’t see them, 10,000 feet, I’m on a trip (traveling)
In the private jet, I give the finger until I’m hard (uh-huh)
Going 100 on the road, I don’t care if they stop me (what?)

No-no, don’t turn on the lights, I’m not stopping (dude)
I’m rolling with two guns in the car and a federal fugitive (tell me, Pablo)
Death came looking for me and I’m in the hangar (ah)
When you see me up close, how are you gonna front on me? (What?)

I’m chilling here in my corner, I break it down and never take off the ski mask (never)
She’s a whore, but classy (classy)
I hit on both, but I liked the cousin more (the cousin)
Let’s go to war, motherfucker, let’s get it on (let’s see)

Yo-yo-yo, I know it hurts you
That now on my wrist if the Rollie ain't Presidential, I got the Sky-Dweller (tell him, Young King)
The foreign girls are asking me to take them for a ride (they’re going up)
I hit the strip club and the cash starts pouring (no)

Santal or Baccarat every time they catch my scent (she’s coming to see me)
If you’re looking for trouble, you might just lose your helmet (a cemetery)
I come down humble, but they make me rebel (you heard?)
A top model to come and strut for me

A top model, dude
Yo, yo, tell me, Yecko
Los Diablo', dude, they know
What?
I’m out here going 120
Tell him, Young King, Los Diablo', dude
Yeah
Tell me, Tranki
Tell me, Sonri, dude, I’m with Robert De Niro
I’m with Young King and all the heat, you heard, motherfucker?
Los Diablo', dude, are they gonna act up?