MAMA
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh-eh-eh (Keo)
Keo, my problems sin filtro (yeah, ah)
Look
99 Sound
Homie on the block, so never gon' stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She don't wanna see me dead
Mama wanna see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no lamma
My shootas dressing Prada
'Tamos puestos para
Facturas y drama
Mi negro vendiendo pa' tener ropa cara
Tengo que facturar, sigo durmiendo en el piso
Haciendo dinero por la noche con el miso
Mama en la cocina, 'ta cocinando ese guiso
Puliendo esa vaina hasta que se quede liso
Keo going up, Keo Keo got the hot shit
Foreing on the block and my broddy with chop stick
No hay tiempo pa' na, pero yo lo hago elastic
Quiero hacer dinero, ser el jefe como Gatsby
Hoe, hoe, wait, coming with the heat
To' el mundo mirando, cómo es que lo hago así
Yo tengo esa mierda que me hace estar aquí
Yeah, they talking shit, quieren parecerse a mí
Fuck it, fuck it, hit it
El rey de mi city
Ando with the ugly, but my bitch, she call me pretty
Mi chica está ready, ella es mala como Riri
Y mi hitta ready, me pregunta como Siri
Quiero hacer lo mío para bajarte la Luna
Solo pienso en money ni siquiera desayuna
Llevo una semana que me mantengo en ayunas
Y todas las noches soy el lobo que le aulla
Mami, quiero hacerlo
Ya quiero lograrlo
Estoy cansado de ver a mi hermano en contrabando
Estoy haciendo money
Pero no lo estoy sonando
Quiero estrellar un Ferrari
Y salir riendo andando
Baby, soy un G, aunque te digan que no
Dime de to's ellos quien lo hizo como yo
Sigo siendo bruto, prendo coctel molotov
Recibiendo el fruto, for money, I gotta go
Homie on the block, so never gon' stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She don't wanna see me dead
Mama wanna see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no lamma
My shootas dressing Prada
'Tamos puestos para
Facturas y drama
Mi negro vendiendo pa' tener ropa cara
Y quién me iba decir, que iba a llegar hasta aquí
My broddy couldn't made, for my broddy RIP
Todo pasa rápido y no me quiero morir
Dame alas pa' volar, las que te han quitao' a ti
'Tamos para esto
Droga y presupuesto
Ya esta'o con mi hermano mucho tiempo con lo puesto
No quiero más mierda
Ya no corro de los puercos
Antes 'taba sucio, ahora siempre me veo fresco
Like 50 on the block, get it, get it to the top
Broddy on the back, 'cause he's gonna hit an Opp
No es que sean malo, no es que estén para matar
Pero mientras estén to's ellos, a mí na' me va a pasar
Shout out para el M
One love para Nelson
Parce, por mis huevas que este año vamo' a hacerlo
Ando tras del hueso
Ratón con el queso
Ahora 'tamo en mili y empezamo' en par de pesos
Rolling with a hoodie
In love with a booty
Mami, she a friki, mami, call me papi chuli
Yo ya no me fío, solo quieren de mi money
Yo ya tengo baby y dispara como Bonnie
Todo por el guap, pa' papi don't stop
'Tamo haciendo trap, hasta lo sabe mi mama
Ella me hizo el heuco para mi droga guardar
Hace ya que sabe como lo salgo a buscar
Ya me hice mayor, mama sabe que he crecido
Sabe que la voy a cuidar como es merecido
Sabe que a los míos le doy más lo que recibo
Sabe que, sin ellos, soy yo el que me deprimo
Homie on the block, so never gon' stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She don't wanna see me dead
Mama wanna see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no lamma
My shootas dressing Prada
'Tamos puestos para
Facturas y drama
Mi negro vendiendo pa' tener ropa cara
Ey
Yeh-yeh-yeh
Shout out para el M
Shout out para Nelson
Shout pa' Patrón
Shout pa' tú, mi chi, que me cuida en la calle
A thank you que estoy aquí
Keo
To the top, bro
MAMA
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh-eh-eh (Keo)
Keo, my problems without filter (yeah, ah)
Look
99 Sound
Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada
We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes
I have to bill, still sleeping on the floor
Making money at night with the same
Mama in the kitchen, cooking that stew
Polishing that thing until it's smooth
Keo going up, Keo Keo got the hot shit
Foreign on the block and my buddy with chopsticks
No time for nothing, but I make it elastic
I wanna make money, be the boss like Gatsby
Hoe, hoe, wait, coming with the heat
Everyone watching, how do I do it like this
I have that shit that makes me be here
Yeah, they talking shit, they wanna be like me
Fuck it, fuck it, hit it
The king of my city
I'm with the ugly, but my girl, she calls me pretty
My girl is ready, she's bad like Riri
And my hitta's ready, she asks me like Siri
I wanna do my thing to bring down the moon
I only think about money, don't even have breakfast
I've been fasting for a week
And every night I'm the wolf that howls
Mommy, I wanna do it
I wanna achieve it now
I'm tired of seeing my brother in smuggling
I'm making money
But I'm not dreaming it
I wanna crash a Ferrari
And laugh while driving
Baby, I'm a G, even if they say I'm not
Tell me who did it like me
I'm still rough, I light a Molotov cocktail
Receiving the fruit, for money, I gotta go
Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada
We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes
And who would've told me, that I would get this far
My buddy couldn't make it, for my buddy RIP
Everything happens fast and I don't wanna die
Give me wings to fly, the ones they took from you
We're for this
Drugs and budget
Already with my brother a long time with what we have
I don't want more shit
I don't run from the pigs anymore
Before I was dirty, now I always look fresh
Like 50 on the block, get it, get it to the top
Buddy on the back, 'cause he's gonna hit an Opp
It's not that they're bad, it's not that they're here to kill
But as long as they're all there, nothing's gonna happen to me
Shout out to M
One love to Nelson
Dude, I swear we're gonna make it this year
I'm after the bone
Mouse with the cheese
Now we're in a thousand and we started with a couple of pesos
Rolling with a hoodie
In love with a booty
Mami, she's a freak, mami, call me cool daddy
I don't trust anymore, they just want my money
I already have a baby and she shoots like Bonnie
All for the money, daddy don't stop
We're doing trap, even my mom knows
She made the hole for me to hide my drugs
She already knows how I go out to get them
I've grown up, mom knows I've grown up
She knows I'm gonna take care of her as deserved
She knows I give more to mine than I receive
She knows that, without them, I'm the one who gets depressed
Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine
So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada
We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes
Ey
Yeh-yeh-yeh
Shout out to M
Shout out to Nelson
Shout out to Boss
Shout out to you, my chi, who takes care of me in the street
A thank you that I'm here
Keo
To the top, bro