BRASIL (feat. Ganggy)

I’m chilling in the Dominican, where the government’s clueless
Also in Brazil, where the bad guys carry their keys
If you want some heat, I light up foreign girls
I get all flashy with the heat in the favelas-vela-vela-vela
You’re not just a spectator, you love to get down-erla-erla-erla-erla
Your friend’s a real wild one, you love to watch her-verla-verla-verla-verla
I took you straight to Guanatos, right to the pearl-perla-perla-perla

Parties in the hood with people who are real, what more can I say?
The cash is piling up, it’s a drag even when I count it
Living it up at festivals, the bottles just keep coming
Always dripped in Amiri, got clothes with stars
So what? So what? What’s the deal?
I packed the powder, solid for Milwaukee
Hell yeah, also a quick hit with the disc
And I took a bite out of the Big Apple
Just sipping on bottles
There are offices to die for over in Chicago
Sometimes, honestly, I don’t even recognize myself
But the gap’s gotten crazy, I know them well
I’ve got the whole movie in HD, private parties, festivals, things nobody sees
Partying in Punta Cana with girls from the DR
And if we’re loaded with stuff, it’s on the freeway
Oh, if you want to try it, go ahead
I’m rolling with a chucky in a space, metals flooding in
Saint Elegua, take away all my troubles
My nostrils are flooded with that white powder
Substances, for the head
With a Barbie I took over to Venice
I already pulled the heist, washed the cash and spent it in Monaco
Oh, I snatched your girl, my dick’s like Garu and it lights up like Pucca

Ey, ey, ey
I’m always in active mode with the crew
I got that pink tusi, to keep them horny
Throwing cash and bullets or with the forties
They always see me in the club throwing money
Potato launcher in the club, we move because I’m the boss
The socialites are rolling in, I got more than a handful on the table
Spending bills in Dubai, my stash never runs out
I’m always cruising in a Suburban, cause in the Lambo it’s a blast
The bass is thumping, sounds like the radio
My little Glock’s already fired a few
We move the goods, ma, for all the neighborhoods
We’re stacking millions, we’re young entrepreneurs
Tusi’s in, I’m going in raw
I got models filling up all the mansions
We got the badge from all our bosses
In my room, a girl, her pants on the floor

Brr, brr, sounds when they shoot
Brr, brr, the radios were blasting
Brr, brr, straight to the face, with the Tito up, spending the bullets
Brr, brr, I’m cruising in an Impala
Brr, brr, with a bulletproof vest
Brr, brr, the cops don’t do shit, and their dude’s shooting, and his girl’s in my bed
Leaving the club in an Audi, we’re connected with the Illuminati
The white powder I’m taking always comes for free
With Italian flow, I’ll mess you up in the Maserati