Anormales (part. DJ Maff)

Ah
Shorty (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Maff
Ay (gang, gang, gang, gang)

Hey, millions are waiting
I smoked a blunt to go find them
In Neptune, feeling the vibe I carry
From the bomb, bitch, I come from the mud

But now I'm flying high in the clouds
So much cash, I gotta weigh it
I’m not on the Billboard charts
I’m in the hood, where the dealer’s cooking

Hey, you
Straight outta Venezuela
Neutro Shorty, the crazy mind

Only with the originals
If you want war, we pull out the metal, I call the abnormals
Let the funerals begin (bang, bang)
And tonight my mom won’t cry, they’ll pray for you

I’m rolling with the originals (bang, bang)
If you pull it out, don’t ghost me, better shoot me
Let the funerals begin (bang, bang)
I carry it on me, up and down
That’s like my bitches, ah

I know the route, ah
Baby, if you hit me up, it’s on, ah
I catch them smoking hookah
And with the R, we blow off their wig, ah

I’m ready to go, down for the ass and for the grind
This is taken by who brought it
Tough road, but I don’t take shortcuts
I get a rush and I’ll blow that ass up
Pure natural Siguaraya, I got a bud that kicks like a FAL

That hot girl won’t stop staring at me
I think tomorrow we’ll wake up in a hotel, in Miramar
Normal that these guys envy and throw shade
In the end, the snitches always gather
I got over a kilo on my neck, shining like never before

Rockstar, I feel like the Chief of La Junta
For that hate they have for me, there’s no doctor (no doctor)
Millionaire like- with the white stuff
I got a couple of crazy girls
One Colombian and another that makes me allergic

Only with the originals
If you want war, we pull out the metal, I call the abnormals
Let the funerals begin
And tonight my mom won’t cry, they’ll pray for you

I’m rolling with the originals
If you pull it out, don’t ghost me, better shoot me
Let the funerals begin
I carry it on me, up and down
That’s like my- that’s like-

My baby, my lady
In the bag at night and on my waist during the day
No ring, we’re married, the 9 always protects me (Glock)
The sign of the cross before going out, to keep me safe from above (amen)

I hit the club straight to the VIP, dressed in Fendi
The thugs hear me, I’m a trending shooter
If your friend wants, we can make it a trio, I’m friendly
With my music, I’m spinning the whole map full time

The drugs aren’t chopped, they’re packed and exported
In this club, there’s like three hundred shorties
Their legs are like my fat stacks of cash
What hurts you is that I didn’t slice the cake, cake

(Slice, pack it and export it, I slice the cake, I slice the cake)
(Slice, pack it and export it)
(What hurts you is that I didn’t slice the cake)

Only with the originals (Neutro Shorty)
If you want war, we pull out the metal, I call the abnormals
Let the funerals begin (DJ Maff)
And tonight my mom won’t cry, they’ll pray for you

I’m rolling with the originals (ah-ah!)
If you pull it out, don’t ghost me, better shoot me
Let the funerals begin
I carry it on me, up and down
That’s like my bitches

Neutro Shorty, the crazy mind
The drill
DJ Maff
Venezuela and Colombia
([?] Company)
Bang, bang, bang, bang