Cooking Up
Soy aquel al que le pican torta
Tú eres ese que pone la torta
Tu esposa dice que yo huelo rico
Y siempre que me escucha eso a ti te la corta
Soy la nota que tú no soportas (no)
Tengo hermanos, yo no tengo escoltas (no)
De colores pintamos las cortas
Samuel L. Jackson junto a JonTrapVolta (su, su)
Poll fiction, drug adicction (wih)
Y tu niña lamiendo mi bicho (oh, yeah)
No me joda' men, ya te lo he dicho
No soy como tú bruja, yo a nadie picho
Hey, pollos vuelvan a su nido (hey, hey)
Que el águila todavía no se ha ido
Van tras la fama y por eso es que lloran
Cuando el tiempo mismo les trae el olvido (oh, yeah)
Como cualquier humano yo la vivo (hey)
Quiero a los míos, por eso los cuido (hey)
Con lo que hago estoy comprometido (yeh)
Y tú la manchas, hoy estás es metido (yi)
Mis enemigos están de retiro (brrr)
Suelen correr al oír el sonido (money)
Pero en la otra calle lo intercepto
Toca rock del Grammy, chao Cheo amigo, hey (hey)
Cooking up with my niggas, hey (cooking)
Niñas quieren a my Ken, hey
Hanging out with my niggas (hanging ou)
Si nos ven dicen: "Damn" , hey (damn)
Es que ven que tenemos el flavor
Prendas caras, billetes de 100 (money)
With my home boy yo llego al neighbor (uuuh)
Fake trappers salgan del andén (okey)
Oro guindando en mi cuello
Una bebida morada in my brain (in my brain)
Muchas pastillas, papeles
Todo tatuado al estilo Lil Wayne, hey (okey)
Blunt, bitches (bitches)
Green nights (nights)
Fat asses, hight prices (yes)
'Toy en el laboratorio haciendo buena merca, fly, fly, fly, ey
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yi)
In the LA light gangsters (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (cooking up)
Con mi gang hasta la muerte (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (uh, uh)
I do is for my niggas (cooking)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
I just wanna it all nigga (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeah)
In the LA light gangsters (gangsters)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeh)
Con mi gang hasta la muerte (ever)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up)
I do is for my niggas (for my niggas)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (okey)
I just wanna it all nigga, hey
Quiero todo pa' los míos, hey (todo)
Quiero todo para mí (yeah)
Mucho money pa' mi mamá (venga)
Eso sí me hace feliz (okey)
Hey, cuando tenga voy a regalarle un carro
A mis hermanos pa' que la vacilen
Y salgámos en las caravanas con 30 mujeres, todos modo killer
Tec-9 y muchos proyectiles (brrr)
En la disco nos gastamos miles (gang)
Estamos aquí por el dinero
Y no queremos que los enemies respiren (brrra)
Mami, no me hagas perder el tiempo (no)
Solamente ven si quieres sexo (brrra)
Me llaman asesino del verso (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Creen que soy un duro y esto es el comienzo
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeh)
In the LA light gangsters (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey
Con mi gang hasta la muerte (yeh)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (uh, uh)
I do is for my niggas (cooking)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
I just wanna it all nigga (okey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeah, yeah)
In the LA light gangsters (viajo sin ver, bang)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
Con mi gang hasta la muerte (yi, yi, yi, yi, brrr, supu)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (heh)
I do is for my niggas (for my niggas, yeah, yi)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (okey, yi, yi)
We are G de por vida (yi, uh)
Dios bendiga a mis enemies
Dios bendiga a mis enemies (yi, yi)
Soy el Michael Jackson con el Billie Jean
Soy el Michael Jordan con las Retro gris
Pastillas y weed, [?] water
Ando con mi team, formamo' el party
Mira mi bling bling, mira mi blindaje
Mira cómo gritaba ese chino camuflaje
Tengo el AK, no hagas que dispare (brrra)
Tengo paca, no hay quien me pare (brrra)
Tengo kilo, pasa por los mares (brrr)
Tengo estilo, mira mis collares, huh
Murciélago Lamborghini
Pa'l de putas, to'as en bikini (yi)
Pa' los munchys como Fetuccini
Balenciaga, roto' los skinny, y
Fumando haze tres cachas, fumando haze (fumando haze)
Si quieres ketamina, date un pase 'e K (wuh, wuh) yeah
Fumando haze tres cachas, fumando haze, huh (fumando haze)
Si quieres codeína, 'onzas traje seis
Hah, yi, viajo sin ver
Cinco pilotos, no me vo' a perder
Si no es codeína no voy a beber
Si apagando, no te vo' a meter
Es que estas puta' to'as quieren hueler, huh (yi)
¿Qué vamos a hacer?, yeah
Yo no voy a hueler (no)
Yo sigo con la percocet (supu)
Yeah, vivimo' como los narco' (hey)
En un deportivo con los asientos Sparco
Lo mío es puri-puri, no vendo talco
En avione' o en barco' cruzamo' el charco (brrr, brrr, yi)
Yeah, vivimo' como los narco' (hey)
En un deportivo con los asientos Sparco
Lo mío es puri-puri, no vendo talco
En avione' o en barco' cruzamo' el charco (su-su-uh)
Jon Z Men
Loco, Humilde Y Real G
Neutro Shorty
High Quality
Dímelo Neutro
Boy Wonder
Chosen Few
Yeah, Thug Shit nigga
Neutro Shorty
Brrr
Hey, hey (hey)
Yi (yi)
Jon Z, Jon Z
Oh sí
Gang shit
TrapMoney O (TrapMoney O)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh-wee
Baby, baby
EQ
La Cápsula
Bang, bang, bang
John papi
¿Ok?
TrapMoney
Cooking Up
I am the one who gets the cake
You are the one who puts the cake
Your wife says I smell nice
And every time she hears me, it cuts you off
I am the note you can't stand (no)
I have brothers, I don't have escorts (no)
We paint the cuts in colors
Samuel L. Jackson with JonTrapVolta (his, his)
Poll fiction, drug addiction (wih)
And your girl licking my dick (oh, yeah)
Don't mess with me, I've already told you
I'm not like your witch, I don't screw anyone
Hey, chickens go back to your nest (hey, hey)
The eagle hasn't left yet
They go after fame and that's why they cry
When time itself brings them oblivion (oh, yeah)
Like any human, I live it (hey)
I love mine, that's why I take care of them (hey)
I'm committed to what I do (yeh)
And you're messing it up, you're in trouble today (yi)
My enemies are retiring (brrr)
They usually run when they hear the sound (money)
But on the other street I intercept them
Play Grammy rock, bye Cheo friend, hey (hey)
Cooking up with my niggas, hey (cooking)
Girls want my Ken, hey
Hanging out with my niggas (hanging out)
If they see us they say: 'Damn', hey (damn)
It's because they see we have the flavor
Expensive jewelry, 100 dollar bills (money)
With my homeboy I reach the neighbor (uuuh)
Fake trappers get off the platform (okay)
Gold hanging on my neck
A purple drink in my brain (in my brain)
Many pills, papers
All tattooed Lil Wayne style, hey (okay)
Blunt, bitches (bitches)
Green nights (nights)
Fat asses, high prices (yes)
I'm in the lab making good stuff, fly, fly, fly, ey
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yi)
In the LA light gangsters (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (cooking up)
With my gang until death (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (uh, uh)
I do it for my niggas (cooking)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
I just want it all nigga (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeah)
In the LA light gangsters (gangsters)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeh)
With my gang until death (ever)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up)
I do it for my niggas (for my niggas)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (okay)
I just want it all nigga, hey
I want everything for mine, hey (everything)
I want everything for me (yeah)
A lot of money for my mom (come)
That's what makes me happy (okay)
Hey, when I have it I'm going to give her a car
To my brothers so they can enjoy it
And let's go out in caravans with 30 women, all killer mode
Tec-9 and many projectiles (brrr)
In the club we spend thousands (gang)
We're here for the money
And we don't want the enemies to breathe (brrra)
Mami, don't waste my time (no)
Just come if you want sex (brrra)
They call me the killer of verses (hey, hey, hey, hey)
They think I'm tough and this is just the beginning
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeh)
In the LA light gangsters (hey)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey
With my gang until death (yeh)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up, hey (uh, uh)
I do it for my niggas (cooking)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
I just want it all nigga (okay)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (yeah, yeah)
In the LA light gangsters (traveling without seeing, bang)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (cooking up, cooking up)
With my gang until death (yi, yi, yi, yi, brrr, supu)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (heh)
I do it for my niggas (for my niggas, yeah, yi)
Cooking up, cooking up, cooking up (okay, yi, yi)
We are G for life (yi, uh)
God bless my enemies
God bless my enemies (yi, yi)
I'm Michael Jackson with Billie Jean
I'm Michael Jordan with the gray Retro
Pills and weed, [?] water
I'm with my team, we form the party
Look at my bling bling, look at my armor
Look how that Chinese camouflage was screaming
I have the AK, don't make me shoot (brrra)
I have a stack, no one can stop me (brrra)
I have a kilo, it goes through the seas (brrr)
I have style, look at my necklaces, huh
Lamborghini Bat
For the whores, all in bikinis (yi)
For the munchies like Fetuccini
Balenciaga, ripped skinny jeans, and
Smoking haze three puffs, smoking haze (smoking haze)
If you want ketamine, take a K pass 'e (wuh, wuh) yeah
Smoking haze three puffs, smoking haze, huh (smoking haze)
If you want codeine, I brought six ounces
Hah, yi, traveling without seeing
Five pilots, I'm not going to get lost
If it's not codeine, I'm not going to drink
If I turn it off, I'm not going to get involved
It's that these bitches all want to smell, huh (yi)
What are we going to do?, yeah
I'm not going to smell (no)
I keep taking Percocet (supu)
Yeah, we live like the narcs (hey)
In a sports car with Sparco seats
Mine is pure-pure, I don't sell talc
In planes or boats we cross the pond (brrr, brrr, yi)
Yeah, we live like the narcs (hey)
In a sports car with Sparco seats
Mine is pure-pure, I don't sell talc
In planes or boats we cross the pond (su-su-uh)
Jon Z Men
Crazy, Humble And Real G
Neutro Shorty
High Quality
Tell me Neutro
Boy Wonder
Chosen Few
Yeah, Thug Shit nigga
Neutro Shorty
Brrr
Hey, hey (hey)
Yi (yi)
Jon Z, Jon Z
Oh yes
Gang shit
TrapMoney O (TrapMoney O)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh-wee
Baby, baby
EQ
The Capsule
Bang, bang, bang
John daddy
Ok?
TrapMoney