Que Arrebate (part. Lil Naay, Huan62, Slayter y Sugarhill Ddot)

That high, we ain't playing with the monkeys, Alofoke
I always got the big clip on me-
These girls are getting wet, just from the sound

She’s moving to where the gangsters are (Jisac)
She’s moving to where the gangsters are
She’s moving to where the gangsters are
She’s moving to where the gangsters are

Yeah
She loves the money, and her boyfriend's broke
She’s moving to where the gangsters are
She hit me up right now, and I look like a killer
These girls are getting wet, just from the sound (yeah)

I look like I’m from the north, smoking some exotic from up there (brown skin)
Yeah, in the hood
That bad girl wants me to hit it
She loves the thug life, and how my Glock peeks
Stop-, stop-, stop-, stop-

I look like I’m from the north, smoking some exotic from up there
Yeah, in the hood
That bad girl wants me to hit it
She loves the thug life, and the sound of the Glock pe

I wanna give it to you, I don’t know why
I was singing, and you were acting up all night
Lend me that thing, I’ll fill it up with cream
She wants to get wild, let me spit on her and choke her

I’m rolling with the gang in front and two girls in the back
In the Mercedes making moves
I always got the big clip on me
And the small one just in case I need to go all out

That a-, that a-, that a-, that a-
That high, we ain't playing with the monkeys, Alofoke
In my ears, I had a bat
Those people weren’t gonna make me throw it away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That high
While they come to think, we’re in the hood
In my ears, I had a bat
A gun in my hand, and a brick around my neck

A-, a-, a-, a-
A long clip and a short one
I got a drip that even I can’t handle
The girl looks at me funny because of the Glock I carry
I slipped the clip in my shorts
That high, with a bunch of girls in Altamar on a yacht

I stop quick and act like I’m gonna kill her
And I was dead from a high, ah-ah-ah
Damn, big ass, tell me and I’ll stop you in your zone, ah
That ass is huge, don’t say it’s not
Tonight might be the night I eat it (ah-ah-ah)

The Bandi and the Witches, the girls on the pole
Testing the shotgun, shooting in the cube
The pieces are shaky, I slam it against the wall
If the cops catch me, I’m blind, I’m mute

I’m banging all these groupies
Big racks looking like blue cheese
Fifty in the Gucci wallet
I turn the saint into a dirty girl

Treezone on the weekends, nails in the jacuzzi
Thug like Tego, they wanna drag my name through the dirt
But I get high and take flight, long night in the ghetto
Damn, I grew up with shooters
The guns are sold to me by a ballplayer

Target's been the same, since they sent my chain (my chain)
Talking online, but Pablo doesn’t stop (doesn’t stop)
I wanna have a threesome with La Nay and Shupamela (and Shupamela)
They can’t do it like I do, you gotta light it up (light it up)
Smoking on the opps, Pacino style
I’m a baby gangster, always rolling with killers

[?], to watch out for enemies
I’m from Sugar Hill, grew up with the gangsters
Shorty make it clap, gang, I want you in four
I know you’re bougie, but I’m being real
I’ll buy you designer, but suck it first
I know you, it’s a girl, so, hit me up with that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I look like I’m from the north, smoking some exotic from up there
Yeah, in the hood
That devil wants me to hit it
She loves the thug life, and the sound of the Glock pe

A long clip and a short one
The Bandi and the Witches, the girls on the pole
She’s moving to where the gangsters are (Jisac)
She’s moving to where the gangsters are