no soy 2.0 (feat. Luar La L, Jay Wheeler y Pressure 9X19)

The street's yours, but the girls will always be ours
You roll with borrowed bling, just for the pics
And we're out on tour with a full booking
While you flexing on your stories
The day they mention me, I swear we’ll put a stop to it
We’re in the streets and your girls are with us

They’re calling for Jay Wheeler
This is for the rappers and drug dealers
This is for the rappers and drug dealers, yeah, you know
We got cash like crazy and I’m just waiting for a call

Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re rappers and drug dealers
I got the stuff they want (hey, girl)
The shots keep coming (bang)
I make these wannabes melt (yeah; you know I got the bossy, baby)
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith & Wesson (three letters, the L, what?)

I move like a drug dealer, I don’t mess with the feds (the feds)
I never cut the kilos, baby, I’m not Jhay (tell me, Jhayco)
Stay in your lane, Tory Lanez (watch out over there, dude)
'Cause I’m rolling in a new 300 that Slay lent me (brr!)
I squeeze it and the choker’s behind (what?)
Whoever wants to test me, let them come (come on, test me, dude)
And we’ll drill your block with shots (brr)
I’m chilling in moon mode (haha)
Millionaire, my kid’s been rich since the cradle (you know I’m a millionaire, dude)
My verses are a breakout, and there’s no vaccine (you know, the three letters)
I’ve already gone global, no need since I learned to trap (for what?)
What I live daily, I write to rap (they know)
You’re just a cover and paint, dude, we’re gonna rap you (yeah, haha)
Underwater like the flavor (tell me, Dei V), we’re gonna dive (what?)
Don’t try to let go of the hands (no), no one’s gonna box here (hey, I’m just comfortable, dude)
You’re like a pound of double (haha), I’m gonna have to spray you (what?)
I don’t want new friends, I’m antisocial (oh, baby)
A little player like Ousi, getting social with me, haha (yeah, what?)

I know the ugly ones are looking for me
And the opposers don’t show themselves
They’re internet puppets
If I hit them with the full, they fall three at a time
I got a stick under the Moncler
I’m a holy devil in Cartier
Free all my people behind bars
Addicted to Percs like Darkiel

I don’t want no arrangements
I roll with the devils with dreadlocks
19X will blow your mind
There’s a little rapper flexing, I’m dying to see him
He says he’s a devil, I haven’t seen him in hell
Baby, I’m not Lunay, I don’t care what your mom thinks
A foam cup with two lines in the Sprite
Spent five hundred bucks to kill you in a Hyundai
The suck-up died for flexing on a live
A little player, but I’m not Ousi
I got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story has me feeling horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me

A little player, but I’m not Ousi
I got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story has me feeling horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me

Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re rappers and drug dealers
I got the stuff they want
The shots keep coming
I make these wannabes melt
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith & Wesson
Bitch, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re rappers and drug dealers
I got the stuff they want
The shots keep coming
I make these wannabes melt
If I catch them, it’s a gunshot with the Smith & Wesson (the King of the Fast Ones)

The ugly ones are looking for me, the case went up on appeal (it went up on appeal)
In this life, there’s no chest that can withstand bullets (you see?)
The best captain, the shooter is my comrade
Now there’s a bit of everything, before I had nothing
Aren’t they puppets? They shit themselves if it’s threatened (hey, dude)
They roll with swords, but they’re fairy tale stories (haha)
You handle it, don’t wait for someone to do it for you (get yours)
The girls are yours, but I give them some zing (zing)
Three hundred from Sparta, we’re a lot
Don’t cry for the girls, at night I’m the one who listens to them (you hear?)
I don’t trust too much, I don’t close my eyes even when I shower (it’s a shout)
They’re barking and I don’t hear them up here (I don’t hear them)
My house has escape routes, warrior in the fourth bat
This stick was secure; if you invested, you made it (you made it)
Dude, did you mix the bullets or did you get stuck on the way? (no, no)
I’m not Jay Wheeler, baby, I’m Glizzy Gvngster

What?
Three Letters, La L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
Tell me, Slayter
Tell me, Yecko, on the controls
Hey, we’re the supernatural ones, baby
The King of the Fast Ones
Tell me, Slay
Tell me, Jay Wheeler
Baby, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re rappers and drug dealers
Haha, yeah