Malo H (remix) (feat. Leandro Santos)

(How would it be, then?)
(The crew, check it out)
(Are we on or not? Ah)
Eh, haha, yo
(Let's hit the eight, so how would it be?)

We're gonna drop it in the remix
Big guy, you know the deal, bring the petals
Let's hit the eight
We ain't copying the curve, eh

Me-Me-Check the plate in H
The eleven in the outfit, no mistakes
Don't come looking for me, don’t seek to dispatch
Baby, no stories, bad H
Little sneaky looking to get crossed off the petal list

Check the plate in H
The eleven in the outfit, no mistakes
Don't come looking for me, don’t seek to dispatch
Baby, no stories, bad H
Little sneaky looking to get crossed off the petal list (Yo, JF)

It ends over there at eight and we come to finish here in Dakota (Wuh)
With the little gummies in the Toyota
We swing by CJ, they only throw it out
She says to light it up, her friend doesn’t pass it around (Yo)

That’s how we roll with the triquiti
Calling me on the pinky ring
Her boyfriend’s a dumbass, looks like Mr. Bean (Ah)
Now I live in Medellín, and she’s from Ciudad Jardín
When I hit it, I never say if I’m gonna finish

We roll out shooting for Everest, with all the thugs
More twisted than Lisandro’s trunk
I know they’re here for me, you know what you’re looking for
I’m coming to break it down with Leandro

Baby, let your hair down and drop it to the floor
'Cause when you rise, I’ll make you touch the sky
I know you’re dirty, cold as ice
But I don’t care 'cause I’m a sweet treat

We roll out all decked out, leaving these little kids wasted
Did they learn the plate or should I swing back around?
So tossed out, she’s got that “I didn’t do it” face
And I’m a strawberry with an F for Cryton Fi

Me-Me-Check the plate in H
The eleven in the outfit, no mistakes
Don't come looking for me, don’t seek to dispatch
Baby, no stories, bad H
Little sneaky looking to get crossed off the petal list

Rolling to the eight with two chicks
I won’t burn gas if the cake ain’t right
I pick up Morocho and Pinocho
We roll out lit and I unbutton it

With the Crypton Fi and the fifteen all hyped
I’m picking her up at her place in the hood
She always hits me with the same line, saying gold-plated
My love, what’s up?, I’m always on the grind
(Ay no, Leandro, you always with that gold plating)

But it’s gold (Talk to him, my brother)
Bought at El Tesoro (No way it’s fake)
The chains, the bracelets, and the earrings
Brazilian shades and the strawberries with the seven

I roll in with La Rata looking for the cheese
They stick around for the cash
The girls don’t throw it away, they’re all bones
Grilling fresh asses, I don’t stress over chicks
I’m leaving with the hot one and I’m not coming back (Yo)

You’re out, I’m with Leandro
We’re dropping it in the remix
The ladies, how does the chorus go?

Me-Me-Check the plate in H
The eleven in the outfit, no mistakes
Don't come looking for me, don’t seek to dispatch
Baby, no stories, bad H
Little sneaky looking to get crossed off the petal list

Check the plate in H
The eleven in the outfit, no mistakes
Don't come looking for me, don’t seek to dispatch
Baby, no stories, bad H
Little sneaky looking to get crossed off the petal list

Ay, no, how would it be?
Yo, Pirlo, my brother
420, how would it be, Leandro?
Eh, big guy, you know the deal
In a Toyota, she’s hot, babe
Talk to them, Goldo
We hit it hard