Drip de Negão (feat. Jé Santiago & Dfideliz)

You asshole, I remember when I pulled you out of the hole
Now you wanna act funny
Talking on Twitter, but you live locked up (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Just telling lies
You're softer than your bitch
You talk about jewelry, but it doesn't shine (ice)
You talk about guns, but don't cock them (brr, pow)
I passed by you, you ran because you're scared of us
You're actually a bit smart
Thought you'd be more arrogant (rra, hey)
Now I'm flexing, man (flex)
Got a Rolex on my wrist, man ('lex)
Polar north on my neck, man (uh)
These are ghetto slang, ugly (yeah)

Look at my clothes, all for free
I'm winning because I'm on the hype
Look at my chains, look at my sneakers
Look at my drip, look at my style
Man, this is a black man's drip
No wool on my hair, don't go to the salon
Making money, counting my bills
Ripping this bitch on top of the mattress

With a rocket, I escape
With this crazy girl on the back
Late at night on a hayabusa
Two cops already fell on the curve
Lean, lean, lean, cup the color of grape
There's trouble inside my jacket
Pussy boy, my uzi pierces
No mercy, if caught, it hurts

I've seen crazy people dying from cocaine
I've seen scumbags getting shot in the mouth
I've seen many trappers wanting what I have
But from this bullet, I'll shoot point-blank
Tell these guys I'm on the same corner
Next to the boss who's also wild
Talking about those guys who want to talk about my end
And he laughed and said we're few
What's your faction, crazy one? Are you a criminal?
Just to let you know, I'm not a thief or a bandit
But out of fifteen guys by my side
Each one has at least fifteen homicides
You really want to say I owe someone from the scene?
Of course, he's white and became another heir
Just for you to see that Brazil sucks
That even in rap they make more money
Alright, my buddy, do your part
There thinking my crew is sleeping
I'm making money, buying houses damn it
While you play at being a bandit
Hey, mascarenhas, do the following
Release this shit and set the playground on fire
Let these guys all go to hell together
If they don't like it, tell them to talk to me

With a rocket, I escape
With this crazy girl on the back
Late at night on a hayabusa
Two cops already fell on the curve
Lean, lean, lean, cup the color of grape
There's trouble inside my jacket
Pussy boy, my uzi pierces
No mercy, if caught, it hurts
No use asking for help
You messed up, so no excuses
My crew is like the yakuza
My drip, street rockstar
My bitch always gets dirty
She's badass, she shakes her ass
I'm recording this while she sucks
She knows the kama sutra

Look at my clothes, all for free
I'm winning because I'm on the hype
Look at my chains, look at my sneakers
Look at my drip, look at my style
Man, this is a black man's drip
No wool on my hair, don't go to the salon
Making money, counting my bills
Ripping this bitch on top of the mattress