FOMO (part. Muerejoven)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)
RIPGANG
(Ah)

Don’t get it twisted, I’m not with you, nah
They tried to take me down, I said: Not today
With my sister, a couple of wild ones, Sara say so
Thought I wouldn’t go out, but here I am, let’s go

Not a patriot, but I’m raising the flag
Grab the mic from the homies, and I’m not JLo (JLo)
Her boyfriend gets mad after the show
Like in the dojo, I teach classes, but post-show

It’s so out of style, I see it with filters from Retrica
I got a lot of green like a war movie
I really never think through the metrics
And sometimes, life feels pretty damn grim

I say things without tact
They got faces like a Funko
B-BG, we made a pact
I want some Ricks, I’m not asking for much

E-That pose is kinda weird
If it gets wet, it’s a frog’s leg
Checking the curls with Sara
We throw it right in their face

Full house, black money, the cops are looking for me
I’m chillin’, smoking that, laid back in my PJs
The racks were sleepy, I tossed them on the bed
They’re cold, I cover them with the comforter

I dodged a lot of stuff, I’m feeling blessed
Sometimes, I dream of death and it decapitates me
I take a hit of that and it leaves me fried
She gives me a look and I feel cursed

Where I get the flow, they wanna know, begging me
I got a couple of fancy kicks and they multiply
I’m her bro and her girl, like a hermaphrodite
She throws the signal and I feel cursed

(No homo, but I wanna see cash)

With my sister spinning that cash
The bills are burning, I ask if she can deposit
I ask my brother if he can help me out
Between two girls, I look like a diva

She sticks me with a straw, I look like a Cepita
I tell her: Talk when I let you, ah, yeah
I tell her: Talk when I allow it
They only drop tracks if they get the green light

I inspire rappers so they repeat me
They’re all over me, then they repeat it
Nacho tells me no, but I still flex (I still flex)
I’m throwing so many papers like it’s a FAL

What, do I want a shot?
I say no, not me
I’m painting the train
Changing up the color

Sometimes I see things that are like my clone
(Clone, clone)
But it doesn’t faze me
I don’t pay it any mind

They see that I’m killing it and it gives them FOMO
FOMO, FOMO, FOMO, FOMO
The kids are heating up the plate and it gives me FOMO
(FO) FOMO, (FO) FOMO, (FO) FOMO, (FO) FOMO

I drop a little on the floor, but I drink the rest
Drink, drink, drink, drink
I couldn’t finish them, I ran out of chrome
(Cro) chrome, (cro) chrome, (cro) chrome, (cro) chrome

E-In your crew, only smoke, here we just blaze cones
Cone, cone, cone, cone
We’re slick, they’re drowning in chrome
Chrome, chrome, chrome, chrome

In BA, everyone knows who’s on the throne

(In BA, everyone knows who’s on the)