Salgo Pa La Calle (part. Nickoog Clk, Salas y Omar Varela)
Y salgo
Pa' la calle a buscar lo mio to' los día' porque sé lo que valgo
Quiza' tengo la mente perdi'a, pero a mí siempre me centra algo
Algo me dice que mi día llegara
Que no la pare de luchar, que lo vea pa' coronar
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle, re culea', chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, deportivo y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, chipetea'o con lo' gangster', ah
Ante' me decían que no, ahora están buscándome
Yo me acuerdo como e' que andaban rechazándome
En to'a las rede' siempre anda preguntándome
Siempre andan envidiándome
La que no me hablaba ahora está tirándome
Y sé que me ama, pero está mintiéndome, ah
Y to' ustede' preguntándose
Como todo este dinero está llegándome
Y yo tampoco sé lo que estoy haciendo
Y los números siguen subiendo
Pero a pesar de todo lo que pase, sé que
Lo que má' le duele e' que salgo pa' la calle hoy, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle, re culea', chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Hoy salgo pa' la calle pisando unas Versace, está alto mi caché
Tu tan dolly, experto cache
No creo que me cachen, para turra un cache
Y el que mierda hablaba, con música lo callé
Vinieron 'e la aduana, pasaron las mala'
La mafia está activa arriba de un Impala
Corono una vuelta y me compro una pala
Me fui para el patio directo a enterrarla
La' paca' y la María no llegué a contarla
Dice que le gusta mi tune y mi parla
Sin ser tío, hoy yo paso a buscarla
Tiene a las envidiosa' intentando copiarla
Pero no le' sale, ella siempre rompe cuando sale
Como yo te rompo las instrumentale', ah
Mis rivale', que me caiga quieren unos pare'
Por eso están rogando que yo pare
Pero salgo pa' la calle hoy, yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle, re culea', chipetea'o con lo' gangster', yeah-yeah-yeah
Y salgo pa' la calle, que Diosito me acompañe
Que la suerte no me falle cuando me venga siguiendo la fuck poli
Perro, voy fuga'o con par de molly
Pa' curar la depre, me tiro una molly
Me hago un Only, pa' to'a las perra' que me quieren y me miran a mí, pero yo le pongo buena money
Fan, y ando rulay, pisando con las Off-White
Ando vesti'o de Nike, pa' que lo sepai
En el hood soy el orgullo de mi mai
Mai, yo te dije que mi vida era peligrosa
Por eso salgo yo a buscar el peso
En ti me fijé y que se muera la envidiosa
Ya estamo' cortando todo el queso
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy (y salgo pa' la calle), yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy, chipetea'o con lo' gangster'
Y salgo pa' la calle hoy (Para la calle), yeah, fino y elegante
Y salgo pa' la calle (oh, oh, oh), re culea', chipetea'o con lo' gangster', yeah-yeah-yeah
Tranqui, yeah-eh
Las musa' son to' pa' mi
Dime, Omar, parece que algo anda mal
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-ah
ECKO, ECKO, oh-oh-oh
E' el Nickoo, oh-oh, y-yeah-ah
Out on the Street (feat. Nickoog Clk, Salas, and Omar Varela)
And I step
Out on the street to get what's mine every day 'cause I know my worth
Maybe my mind is lost, but something always centers me
Something tells me my day will come
That I won't stop fighting until I see it through to the end
And I step out on the street today, yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street today, hanging out with the gangsters
And I step out on the street today, yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street, real cool, hanging out with the gangsters
And I step out on the street today, sporty and elegant
And I step out on the street today, hanging out with the gangsters, ah
Before they told me no, now they're looking for me
I remember how they used to reject me
On all the networks they're always asking me
Always envying me
The one who didn't talk to me is now throwing herself at me
And I know she loves me, but she's lying to me, ah
And all of you wondering
How all this money is coming to me
And I don't even know what I'm doing
And the numbers keep going up
But despite everything that happens, I know
What hurts the most is that I step out on the street today, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street today, hanging out with the gangsters
And I step out on the street today, yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street, real cool, hanging out with the gangsters
Today I step out on the street wearing Versace, my caché is high
You're so dolly, expert caché
I don't think they'll catch me, for a turra a caché
And whoever the hell was talking, I shut them up with music
They came from customs, they went through the bad stuff
The mafia is active on top of an Impala
I crown a lap and buy myself a shovel
I went to the yard straight to bury it
The packs and the Mary Jane I didn't even count
She says she likes my style and my talk
Without being an uncle, today I go to pick her up
She has the envious ones trying to copy her
But they can't, she always breaks out when she goes out
Like I break out the instrumentals, ah
My rivals, they want me to fall
That's why they're begging me to stop
But I step out on the street today, yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street today, hanging out with the gangsters
And I step out on the street today, yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street, real cool, hanging out with the gangsters, yeah-yeah-yeah
And I step out on the street, may God be with me
May luck not fail me when the damn cops come after me
Dude, I'm on the run with a couple of molly
To cure the blues, I pop a molly
I make an OnlyFans, for all the bitches who want me and look at me, but I put good money on it
Fan, and I'm rolling, stepping out in Off-White
I'm dressed in Nike, so you know
In the hood, I'm my mom's pride
Mom, I told you my life was dangerous
That's why I go out to seek the money
I noticed you and let the envious one die
We're already cutting all the cheese
And I step out on the street today (and I step out on the street), yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street today, hanging out with the gangsters
And I step out on the street today (To the street), yeah, sharp and elegant
And I step out on the street (oh, oh, oh), real cool, hanging out with the gangsters, yeah-yeah-yeah
Chill, yeah-eh
The muses are all for me
Tell me, Omar, seems like something's wrong
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-ah
ECKO, ECKO, oh-oh-oh
It's Nickoo, oh-oh, and-yeah-ah