FERNET (part. Stiffy, Joshu Joshu y MATIASENCHUFE)

FERNET (feat. Stiffy, Joshu Joshu, and MATIASENCHUFE)

FERNET (part. Stiffy, Joshu Joshu y MATIASENCHUFE)

(THE MUSIC IS DEAD)(MURIÓ LA MÚSICA)
The kids are coming, they wanna fightLos guachos le llegan, se quieren matar
This is fernet, not double cupEsto es fernet, no es double cup
This is fernet, not double cupEsto es fernet, no es double cup

This is fernet, not double cupEsto es fernet, no es doble cup
This is plugged in, Hip Hop's got the vibeEsto es enchufe, la chupa el Hip Hop
Smoking a joint, it cures your COPDFumando un churrito, te cura el EPOC
Counting cash, I’m developing OCDContando billetes desarrollo un TOC

Without insurance, I don’t pay the Doc.Sin obra social, no le pago al Doc.​​
I got the medicine, but I’m not the Doc.Tengo medicina y no soy el Doc.​​
Knock on the doorGolpean la puerta
I step out, got the drugs and I’m goneSalgo yo, llevo la droga y me voy

I walk in, and it makes them drool—Entro, camino y se le cae la ba—
I walk in, and it makes them drool— (D-D-DJ, drop the beat)Entro, camino y se le cae la ba— (D-D-DJ, métele flow)
I walk in, and it makes them droolEntro, camino y se le cae la baba
Uh, uh, hey, uh, uh, uh (The new Argentine sound!)Uh, uh, ey, uh, uh, uh (¡El nuevo sonido argentino!)

I walk in, and it makes them droolEntro, camino y se le cae la baba
I walk in, and it makes them droolEntro, camino y se le cae la baba
I walk in, and it makes them drool (B-B-Bitches!; drool)Entro, camino y se le cae la baba (¡Pe-Pe-Perras!; baba)
I walk in, and it makes them drool (The music is dead, Music 2.0 is born)Entro, camino y se le cae la baba (Murió la música, nació la Música 2.0)
The music is deadMurió la música

(Bitches!)(¡Perras!)
I keep it short, not long, I don’t drag it outSe la hago corta, no-corta, no la hago larga
This shit kills, like Nahir GalarzaEsta mierda mata, Nahir Galarza
The cops and the gossipers are all up in my businessLos gorra' y las chusma' me chupan la garcha
We’re in the trap making money movesEstamos en el trap haciendo finanzas

This shit hits hard, like a perfume blastEsta mierda pega, perfume lanza
Selling some krippy that arrives in—, ahVendiendo un krippy que llega en—, ah
Selling some krippy that comes by boatVendiendo un krippy que llega en lancha
Smoking a blunt with the kid from the dealFumando un blunt con el nene del transa

Smoking a blunt with the—Fumandome un blunt con el–
Smoking a blunt with the ambulance guyFumandome un blunt con el de la ambulan'
Hits and gets high, looks like MulanFuma y queda china, parece Mulan
Copy my style but can’t replicateCopia mi juego y no puede emular

World champions, we’re not in QatarCampeones del mundo, no estamos en Qatar
That’s not gas, that’s some greenEso no es gas, eso es verdín
There’s cheese on top, and I’m not at GüerrínHay cheese por encima y no estoy en Güerrín
The old folks don’t get it and start to hateLos viejo' no entienden y se ponen a hatear
The kids are coming, they wanna fightLos guachos le llegan, se quieren matar

This is fernet, not double cupEsto es fernet, no es double cup
This is plugged in, Hip Hop's got the vibeEsto es enchufe, la chupa el Hip Hop
Smoking a joint, it cures your COPDFumando un churrito, te cura el EPOC
Counting cash, I’m developing OCDContando billetes desarrollo un TOC

Without insurance, I don’t pay the Doc.Sin obra social, no le pago al Doc.​​
I got the medicine, but I’m not the Doc.Tengo medicina y no soy el Doc.​​
Knock on the doorGolpean la puerta
I step out, got the drugs and I—Salgo, llevo la droga y me-

I got it spinning, and it’s not Julio Bocc’La puse a girar y no es Julio Bocc'
My girl’s in Supreme, doesn’t wear Le CoqMi guacha Supreme, no usa Le Coq
I text her, and she replies, “Okay”Le tiro un mensaje y responde que Ok
I got the crew, and I’m not playing for Boc’Yo tengo la barra y no juego pa' Boc'

I got those fools on the runA esos giles los tengo al trote
Making money while you’re just a dumbass (screw that!)Haciendo la plata y vos sos un pavote (¡a la mierda!)
You pray to San Roque but you’re not a dogLe rezás a San Roque y no sos un perrote
Smoking some gas, looks like PeyoteFumando un gas, parece Peyote

(The new Argentine sound!)(¡El nuevo sonido Argentino!)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uhUh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Uff, uff-uff-uff-uff-uffUff, uff-uff-uff-uff-uff
Uff, uff-uff-uff-uff-uffUff, uff-uff-uff-uff-uff
Uff, uff-uh-uff, uh, broUff, uff-uh-uff, uh, bro
(It's SWAGGERBOYZ!)(¡Es SWAGGERBOYZ!)
( B-Bitches!)(¡Pe-Perras!)

Smoking some krippy, ColombianFumandome un krippy, Colombiano
Those fools got their hands up their assesEsos nabos tienen las manos en el ano
Summer’s just starting to roll inEso que recién está llegando el verano
I play it like a keyboard, Pablo LescanoLa toco corte teclado, Pablo Lescano

Blow the flute, manSopla la flauta traversa
Listen to this track, put it in reverseEscucha este tema, lo pone en reversa
Blow the flute, manSopla la flauta traversa
That’s on point, and she’s playing coyEsa está puesta y está bien, se hace la traviesa

She enjoys it like a milanesaLa goza como una milanga
Smoking a big joint, they’re smoking LavenderFumando alto caño, ellos fuman Lavanda
The nosy neighbor, she’s like CandaceLa vecina buchona, es corte Candace
Just because in my crib there’s a high railingSolo porque en mi rancho hay alta baranda

There’s a high railing like Ricky RicónHay alta baranda de Ricky Ricón
I’m not Jor–Ricky RicónNo soy Jor–Ricky Ricón
I’m not Jordi, but I send her to the cornerNo soy Jordi, pero yo la mando al rincón
She’s got a ghetto audio of mine as a ringtoneTiene un audio guaso mío de ringtone
For her it’s little, for me it’s a lot, ahPara ella es poco, para mí un montón, ah