Pura Adrenalina (feat. dvrkness13)

(Yeah, haha, ahn, yeah, ahn)
(Yeah, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn)

(I think she wants the hallway)
(I don’t know, man, I don’t know)
(Who’s making the waves?! Aah)

Whiskey’s ready, put in the ice
My girl ain’t going to the discount store

Hiding my face with a balaclava
Low-key, my hair’s on point

The young one looks like a model
She’s getting down with me listening to nice tunes

Pu-pure adrenaline
She just, she just
She just asks me to go all in
Hold up, hold up

Smoking on a blueberry blunt (he)
She’s mad 'cause I got style (she)
Wet like the Nile

If I hit it from the back, I’m gonna hurt her
Smoking this weed, I’m out in a minute
My dude only scores in kilos
I keep the source on the low

Dudes can’t slip up (never, my man)
Charm this part of the girl (yeah)
My guys don’t mess with coke (urgh)

My mind here, for sure it’s a little
The party here is all hood
The fool’s gonna knock on your door (knock-knock)

Your rhyme sounds dead (dead)
No one cares about the pussy (aaa)
The most authentic, you know who
I’m Ryu but you ain’t Ken

Who’s making the waves? You know who!
Who’s the moment? You know who!

For my love? I give her brands and gifts!
For my love? I gave her a Fendi bag!

With this loser
I’m not complicit
It’s just that fools we sense in time

All this cash became recurring
I spend on lean sporadically
He’s mad, unfortunately
I leave all competitors behind

She knows I’m on the grind
It’s Ryu running, I feel like McQueen
All this cash, I’m so picky
I stopped by the pharmacy to grab some Dramamine

I love this plant like I love money
I look like a horse that loves grass (hahaha)
I do the magic to make this cash
Point to the account, just abracadabra

I just want to be
They wanna be me
I feel like a sensei
I turned down that girl

Sorry babe, I married the cash

I just want to be
They wanna be me
I feel like a sensei
I turned down that girl

Sorry babe, I married the cash (yeah, yeah)

Whiskey’s ready, put in the ice
My girl ain’t going to the discount store
Hiding my face with a balaclava
Low-key, my hair’s on point

The young one looks like a model
She’s getting down with me listening to nice tunes

Pu-pure adrenaline
She just, she just
She just asks me to go all in (aaaa)

Whiskey’s ready, put in the ice
My girl ain’t going to the discount store
Hiding my face with a balaclava
Low-key, my hair’s on point
The young one looks like a model
She’s getting down with me listening to nice tunes

Pu-pure adrenaline
She just, she just
She just asks me to go all in