PEINES DE 30 (feat. Yung Beef)

And this goes like this

My homie with the little guns and flowers like Pikkoro
You opened your mouth and we took your stash, bro
I'm the Golden Pencil, how do I explain this, bro?
My girls are collagen, freezing in the Benz with nitrogen

I pour the champagne and the molly goes down (the molly goes down)
The bitch sticks out her tongue, looks like the Rolling Stones
We’re gonna drill your place like we did to Choli (pew, pew, pew; like we did to Choli)
She hides me in her crib if the cops are looking for me, yeah

I put her on her knees, she screams and we send reverb
In orange Lacoste, ma, I feel like Kluivert
The toppers, the scarves, milonga and the rolling
I'm the fentanyl, got them tossing out syringes

We renew the toys, all full of the fulete'
AK-47, nobody gets in the way
In the background, the sirens sound and the rockets boom
We left the fear in the drawer, we fight and go wild

'Cause I’m El Chapo and she’s Kate del Castillo
Huh, the bosses make the shells rain down
Make money, move bricks, multiplying the dough, huh

And we stuffed the hundreds in the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, the 30 clips (Huh)
We’re double the Combo from the 70s
You guys are puppets, not what you pretend to be, bro (the bosses with the bosses, babe)

And we stuffed the hundreds in the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, the 30 clips
We’re double the Combo from the 70s
You guys are puppets, not what you pretend to be, bro

I didn’t know how broke I was until I started making cash
Bitch, I don’t wanna live off what others buy and sell
Bitch, ask around who’s the one lighting it up
The ones who make noise where they sell it

Bitch, we got La Vendi' (eh? what?)
The Gucci, the Fendi, the Yeezy and the Wendy
These dudes sound hippie flow Melendi (Hippie)
See the diamonds and those girls smile

Do you want me to sleep or do you want me to trust? (Bitch)
Baby, I switch to sport mode, the ass gets fried
Baby, I switch to sport mode, the ass gets fried
Zo-Bitch, today’s price isn’t the same as tomorrow’s

Find us at the spot with the banana clips
Bitch, coke and weed, the California Zaza (damn)
The cyber bitch wants me to give it to her for real
And before I turn around, I crash, in block 300 focus

The snitches taking pics, kids wheeling on bikes
And before I turn around, I crash, in block 300 focus (what?)
The snitches taking pics (how?)
Little bird, you’re not a boss until you lose it all

And we stuffed the hundreds in the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, the 30 clips
We’re double the Combo from the 70s
You guys are puppets, not what you pretend to be, bro

Ivo!
IceEyes