SUPERSONICO (part. SIXTO YEGROS)

I wake up at 4 p.m., a model in my DMs
She wants me to bury it deep, shot with the R
And even without being a plane, I made it fly through the air
I’m feeling supersonic, red leather in the BM
I wake up at 4 p.m., a model in my DMs
She wants me to bury it deep, shot with the R
And even without being a plane, I made it fly through the air
I’m feeling supersonic, red leather in the BM

Christ with diamonds on the chain, I carry my cross
Bitches with diamonds on their necks that light me up
Record labels throw obstacles so I don’t stop, but I won’t slow down
Shooter, I hit the target, in the studio, I can’t miss
Oh, I’m floating through the sky and I’m not God
It’s all dark but everything lit up
Neck’s icy and the vibe’s on fire (oh-oh-oh)
You gotta be reborn if you wanna do it like this
Floating in a glass with ice, a pill of ecstasy
And on the billboard, my name’s huge like O'Neal
I’m living a dream, thought I fell asleep

And today I woke up at 4 p.m., a model in my DMs
She wants me to bury it deep, shot with the R
And even without being a plane, I made it fly through the air
I’m feeling supersonic, red leather in the BM

I used to be a nobody, hustled since I was a kid
Few have my loyalty, same crew, more than a hundred
How many talk, how many want it
A model in my DMs, red leather in the BM (ey)
Very few can do it (ey)
I wake up with a blunt that looks like a palo santo
My room’s like Tinder, so much ass, I don’t know how much
I just look up at the sky and my wish came true
I’m living a dream, I think I fell asleep

I wake up at 4 p.m., a model in my DMs
She wants me to bury it deep, shot with the R
And even without being a plane, I made it fly through the air
I’m feeling supersonic, red leather in the BM
I wake up at 4 p.m., a model in my DMs
She wants me to bury it deep, shot with the R
And even without being a plane, I made it fly through the air
I’m feeling supersonic, red leather in the BM

I didn’t see anything and I don’t know anything, ma
Baxian, tra
Sixto, Mata
My lifestyle, babe
A real trapstar