GAZZ PRBO (remix) (part. Kris R., Hades66 y Sjoy on the beat)

Sjoy on the beat
Yo, damn, I showed that fool from K the track
And as soon as he heard it, you know what he said?
He was like: whoa, gas, pirobo (hahaha)
(bof)
Gas, gas, gas, gas
Tonight I'm dressed to kill, hahaha
(This is the remix, baby, I'm being real)

In Ibiza, I took out two
Sistas, one lost her voice
And the other little piroba got my Hugo Boss
Gas, pirobo (haha)
Devils like Emily Rose
And I'm a young millionaire, Adin Ross, haha
Gas, pirobo, I steal your girls (I steal them)
You’re two-faced, so you’re double dumb (haha)
I don’t sweet-talk any label
Collared shirts to hook up with doctors, polo

I bring it down to the street (chill), I don’t traffic
Magician, I sing and multiply them
My DMs are full, just pics of hot chicks (gas, gas, gas, gas)
And I don’t have nephews, but I’m Uncle Rich
The Patek, yeah (haha, little dude)
Gas, gas, gas, gas, kilos of coke
GLE, AMG, I got a trap phone, little puppet
Like Goku, I’m Saiyan
Sistas, Kame Hame-Hame
Whoever wants to blow, let them suck

The Alexander McQueen shoes, I’m looking fly
And those hundred eighteen don’t get scared
Bro, I’m looking sharp today
I’m hunting at home
My kicks got VV, not aluminum
I got them throwing hooks, flow 'Dinho (prr)
And they got red noses, blowing pure Frutiño (haha, ey)

With the goat and the octopus to pack the kilos
In the Porsche 911 and with Stitch like Lilo (hahaha)
Gas, pirobo, gas with foam (ah)
That piroba scored on my Hugo Boss (ah, no)
And the boyfriend is still shopping at the Tro (mall)
In the center and I’m at El Tesoro getting clothes

A big bag for all these girls, and a 1800, sista
And she chokes on the bochim (whoa)
She took a Rochi (huh?), passed it to my H (to who?), or to Jose
The boyfriend came out of the closet
And she’s still looking for someone to hook up with, sista

The misca is now Off-White and you guys are with the Blow Up (what?)
She took a hit from my weak stuff, I said: gas, piroba
I roll her with the RX, two points and I sweet-talk (ah)
I got the Golden, I’m going for the cow and I want the Cobra
Chill, chill out (calm down, you bastard)

Give me both hits, sista, don’t leave it half-assed
This isn’t Golfi, this is Dieciocho
I hit it since she turned eighteen (hahaha)
(She knows I’ll make her lose, sista; gas, pirobo)

Gas, gas, gas, gas
What, your girl isn’t a gold digger? Sista, plague, eat that
Let’s weigh the vest to see which one is heavier
They pulled your Golden, they took your head (hey)
And a mess of loudmouths at the table

Bo-bo-bo-bo
Gas, gas, gas, gas (the 66, motherfucker)
Tonight I'm dressed to kill (tell me, Pepe)
I’m always looking sharp, Serna hit me with the look (haha, tell me, Yama)
Smoking interstellar, I’m going on a trip (the 66, motherfucker)

Hey, gas, pirobo, in the Banshee 3 and a half
If I wake up sick, your death is the remedy (brr)
If I hit you with a jump, dude, I’ll split you in half (haha)
I’ll hit you in the trachea, we’re gonna break your neck (ah)

Motherfucker, I’m up, I got the strap and the Draco by my side (by my side)
Come with all the dead who’ve betrayed me in life (amen)
If my kids go in, Lookout’s gonna die (brr)
You’re not Jesus Christ, you haven’t resurrected (no, no, no, no)

The AKs sold out, the 300 Sport
The tits round like the Powerball sign (whoo, whoo!)
I got the red shirt from your blood [?] (haha)
I’m in Medallo, not hiding in New York (nah, nah)

Cocksucker, hold your tongue, these aren’t Tempo’s times (you hear?)
If they’re offbeat, I’ll put them back in time myself
They hit me up to sound like the artists of the moment
I’m speeding, fishy, and it’s not the Perco (ja)

(Tell me, Tury)
Hey, the 66, motherfucker
Tell me, Yama
Talk, doc (Kris R, Noah)
Make Money Not Friends
(Puerto Rico and Colombia)

The Xtraditablez, baby, I’m being real, hahaha
The kid from Pedre, you already know
The Tury, this is the remix
Gas, gas, gas, gas, little pirobo
(Hahaha, talk to them, Monja)
Flame, Sjoy, Yama, Noah
(Hahaha, tell me, Jota)
Tell me, Gelo
Talk to them, Draza
66 Money