Flex Like Trunkz (part. Young Cister)
Yah, yah
Uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks, ah
Demasiado flow, yah, me fumo otro blunt
Uh, yeah (Uh, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (I feel like Trunks)
Siempre con mi flow, yeah (con mi flow)
Me fumo otro blunt, yeah (otro blunt)
Super Sangre Joven, Joven, Joven
(Super, Super, Super, Super flow)
Esos feka' hablan y no joden, yeah
Si quiere' un poco de esto, entonce' tomen, tomen, tomen, ah
Ando por la city, todo gone
Ah, yeah, no tengo mi Glock, yeah
I got my shooter, shooter, shooter (rra)
Ah, yah, no tengo mi Glock, yeah
Bala' escupe-escupe-escupe (escupe-escupe-escupe-escupe)
Yah, acelerado sin scooter
Ah, no los escucho, están en mute (¿qué e' lo qué?)
I feel like Trunks, me creo Dios (me creo Dios), uh
Rompiendo to' como LeBron, yah (como LeBron)
Uh, uh, I feel like Trunks, yah
Demasiado flow, yah, me fumo otro blunt
Uh, yeah (uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (rompiendo to')
Siempre con mi flow, yeah (con mi flow), me fumo otro blunt
Feelin' like a Trunks, me siento en el Bronx
Smokin' de ese gas, voy detrás del millón (del millón)
Tu bitchie me llamó, mi piquete le gustó
Le enseñé mi espada, jah, I feel like a Trunks (I feel like a Trunks)
Al club llegamo' como a una gala
Los flashe' rebotando encima de la ventana
Papi, tranquilo, aquí no vivimos como famoso'
Encuéntrame en mi plaza con mis G' fumando coso
Pasé por Buenos Aire', qué ciudad más bella
Un beso pa' mi niña que allá me espera
Un shout-out pa' mis pibe' que me supportean
Mami, soy el Cister, o llámame Esteban
Super Saiyajin, ah, elevado el ki, ah
Fumando mi cheese
Flotando por la street, voy volando a otro país
Mami, te llevo a París
Flex like Trunks cuando escribo
Estoy de malito (siempre con mi flow)
Le doy callin' bonito (no, me fumo otro blunt)
Con mi fly desk, coro sanito (I feel like Trunks; demasiado flow)
(Con mi flow; me fumo otro blunt)
Uh, uh, I feel like Trunks, yah
Demasiado flow, yah, me fumo otro blunt
Uh, yeah (uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (rompiendo to')
Siempre con mi flow, yeah (con mi flow), me fumo otro blunt
Yo me atrevo, 23 año', soy un bebo
Mis video' están en Vevo pero me importa un huevo
Cómo un Mercedes nuevo en la carrera me muevo
Las babie' me están llamando aunque ellas tengan jevo' (jevo')
Flex Like Trunks (feat. Young Cister)
Yah, yah
Uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks, ah
Too much flow, yah, I smoke another blunt
Uh, yeah (Uh, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (I feel like Trunks)
Always with my flow, yeah (with my flow)
I smoke another blunt, yeah (another blunt)
Super Young Blood, Young, Young, Young
(Super, Super, Super, Super flow)
Those fakes talk and don't mess around, yeah
If you want a little of this, then take, take, take, ah
I'm in the city, all gone
Ah, yeah, I don't have my Glock, yeah
I got my shooter, shooter, shooter (rra)
Ah, yah, I don't have my Glock, yeah
Bullets spit-spit-spit (spit-spit-spit-spit)
Yah, accelerated without a scooter
Ah, I don't hear them, they're on mute (what's up?)
I feel like Trunks, I think I'm God (I think I'm God), uh
Breaking everything like LeBron, yah (like LeBron)
Uh, uh, I feel like Trunks, yah
Too much flow, yah, I smoke another blunt
Uh, yeah (uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (breaking everything)
Always with my flow, yeah (with my flow), I smoke another blunt
Feelin' like a Trunks, I feel in the Bronx
Smokin' that gas, I'm after the million (the million)
Your bitch called me, she liked my crew
I showed her my sword, jah, I feel like a Trunks (I feel like a Trunks)
We arrive at the club like at a gala
The flashes bouncing off the window
Daddy, calm down, we don't live like famous here
Find me in my square with my G's smoking stuff
I passed through Buenos Aires, what a beautiful city
A kiss for my girl waiting for me there
A shout-out to my boys who support me
Mommy, I'm Cister, or call me Esteban
Super Saiyan, ah, raised ki, ah
Smoking my cheese
Floating through the street, flying to another country
Mommy, I'll take you to Paris
Flex like Trunks when I write
I'm feeling bad (always with my flow)
I give her a nice callin' (no, I smoke another blunt)
With my fly desk, healthy chorus (I feel like Trunks; too much flow)
(with my flow; I smoke another blunt)
Uh, uh, I feel like Trunks, yah
Too much flow, yah, I smoke another blunt
Uh, yeah (uh, yeah, bitch, I feel like Trunks)
Bitch, I feel like Trunks, yeah (breaking everything)
Always with my flow, yeah (with my flow), I smoke another blunt
I dare, 23 years old, I'm a baby
My videos are on Vevo but I don't care
Like a new Mercedes in the race I move
The babes are calling me even if they have boyfriends (boyfriends)