Acho Cabrón

(Duran, keep coaching)
(Uh-uh)
(Ready?)
And we're gonna kick this off like this dance (uh-uh)

Wuh!
Brooklyn
Chinatown
Haha
UK
USA

(For these damn fools, you gotta have patience and—)

Inhale and exhale
Lord, may your angels not forsake us, stop!
I know you don’t really know how to read, but it says McLaren
Dad, I promise I’ll forgive them, even if they talk about me
I don’t comment anymore, and I check out Patricia’s ass, and let Dalex say something

Drill!, into Brooklyn, KD, baby
Ladies and gentlemen, always in the Mercedes, tell me Tempo Love Shady, rra!
The green-eyed cat, I put on my shades
For real, I’m ready to go at Pabón, but I’m not talking about Rafa

The business is full of scams
Of people who think that just because I play dumb, but I’ve seen them for a while, that long neck, giraffe

Woo!, Ric Flair from the top rope
This isn’t right or left
These damn fools give their word, then forget it

Tell me, are they or aren’t they?
The bacteria won’t wash off with soap
Jhayco, you can feel the pressure
Every traitor is a leech
I’ve got lyrics like a truck, a whole freight car full of pure poison
Normal, bro, if you get funny, KEVVO, I’ll slap you silly

Blow the chill, it gets in your chest so you catch a cold
Indicate in the system (Indicate in the system), and let Tempo guide you
I’m gonna take you on a wild ride because I know you want zero drama
These fools throwing shade on Instagram, they’re already getting on my nerves

Farru, in the Lambo
And raise your hands up, it’s not a robbery
But fly high, my king, we’re snatching EB’s wig
Close the inning
Bring me the Sugar, because they’re calling me the cops
Because no one had the vision of the slap I gave Polaco at the Choli

Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss
Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss

Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss
Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss (Uh-uh)

I went for a Grand Slam over center field, 400 feet, super long
I’ve got her right now in the car, how do I have it? Delicious
The one and only Tempo (you feel me?), did you miss me? (huh?)
What happened, I don’t see you flexing, baby? (Did they scold you?)

I’m the fucking beast (dad is dad), the fucking boss
To be like me, you gotta be reborn
Straight up and with the Panky we’re good
My respect to Chicago, motherland, Humboldt Park, Free Gino, Brooklyn
Blessings to all the prisoners coming home (amen)

Poker at the casino, 200k and we’re out (damn!)
To shoot shots in the back of the yard, four acres, no neighbors
Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe, but I said something crazy
I’ve got a message and it’s from Sinaloa, the deal is done, my buddy

Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss
Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss

Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss
Damn, man, for real, I don’t know if it’s the vibe
But I feel like a boss

Is this good or clearer?
Eh, me, Laz
Break Records
Dad is dad
Bori
I’m the fucking beast
Duran, coach
Wuh!
ObyThe1 (I am the best)
Me, me, me, me (Uh-uh)
I'm a fucking monster!