Pichón Break (part. Sho-Hai)
Venimos de cuando se vendían disco'
Contesto una entrevista en Discord
Sergio, Nieves, Víctor, no, yo no trabajo en TikTok
Pasarme el pisto, es caga' y me visto
He visto morir a mucho Jesucristo a mordisco'
Soy el beso en la peli de Buzz
¿No te gusta? No mire' y listo
Pero 'tán en la sombra, opinan como Risto
Anacondas y boas constrictor
Yo la Osa Calisto
Aunque pierdas el norte en el cielo existo
En mi cáterin Chester, no Winston
Ocho cilindros, arde el pistón
Automático, asientos de cuеro
Qué sintéticos son
Esto es otra liga, no seas cabezón
Cochеs de alta gama en plena exhibición
Le gusta a tu amiga tu novio el matón
Los pongo a baila' sin hacer reguetón
Cambio de estilo y el pon
Se le acabó el pan
Se clava su propio aguijón, alacrán
Créeme mi brotha', no queda otra opción
Que run, brotha' run, brotha' run, run, run
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
Ey, ey
Voy montado a ciento veinte BPMs
Ese nene, no, no, no será quién me frene
Son jóvenes haciendo cosas de viejos
¡Pero si eso ya lo dije yo hace tiempos!
Vivo en una nube, pero no se me sube
No es pa' tanto, poca pasta da el YouTube
Ceno zumo y la pulpa
Comerte no engorda, es placer sin culpa
Receta de mi dieta favorita
Frases con nata, fresas con tinta
Y más amor y más abrazos
Mucho gesto de gatillo, y luego gatillazo
Y cuida cuando salga el Sol
Si saliste de noche vete para casa cabrón
Y no cojas el coche, pasan por el bulevar
Con nuevas llantas, el Zatu y el Óscar
Carreras de NASCAR
Rueda quemada, halcón callejero
El ochentero cedrero, certero
Me alegro del éxito ajeno
No se me caen los anillos por decir que ese rapero es bueno
Pisa las bambas en una balanza
Pesan más que lo que te digan por ahí esos julais
Eso es pa' la raza
Y tu música no la reconoce ni el Shazam
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
Quedan plazas libres
En tu culo un gorrilla guarda un sitio que es pa' mí na' má'
Le saco una foto y rompo el bulo
De que aquí en el centro no se pu'e aparca'
¿Esas rayas las cubre el seguro?
'Ta fundi'a la luz de marcha atrás, y
T'as comi'o un container en lo oscuro
T'a visto un vecino y te toca paga'
Tengo el coche listo a pie de pista
Al racista no le gusta el Musta
Como los cohetes al autista
Ven, condúceme, ¿te asusta un Mustang?
Fuiste un fan
Guardé tus me gustas en Instagram
¿Son raperos o una boy band?
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
To's mis homies somos lowriders
Aha
Pigeon Break (feat. Sho-Hai)
We come from when records were sold
I answer an interview on Discord
Sergio, Nieves, Víctor, no, I don't work on TikTok
Pass me the booze, it's fucked up and I get dressed
I've seen a lot of Jesucristo die in bites
I'm the kiss in the Buzz movie
Don't like it? Don't look and that's it
But they're in the shadows, they opine like Risto
Anacondas and boa constrictors
I'm the Calisto Bear
Even if you lose your way in the sky, I exist
In my catering, Chester, not Winston
Eight cylinders, the piston burns
Automatic, leather seats
How synthetic they are
This is another league, don't be stubborn
High-end cars on full display
Your friend likes your boyfriend, the bully
I make them dance without doing reggaeton
Change of style and the pon
He ran out of bread
He stings himself with his own sting, scorpion
Believe me my brotha', there's no other option
But run, brotha' run, brotha' run, run, run
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
Hey, hey
I ride at one hundred twenty BPMs
That kid, no, no, no will be the one to stop me
They're young people doing old things
But I already said that ages ago!
I live on a cloud, but it doesn't get to me
It's not that much, YouTube doesn't give much money
I have juice for dinner and the pulp
Eating you doesn't make you fat, it's guilt-free pleasure
Recipe of my favorite diet
Phrases with cream, strawberries with ink
And more love and more hugs
A lot of trigger gesture, and then trigger pull
And be careful when the sun rises
If you went out at night, go home asshole
And don't take the car, they go through the boulevard
With new tires, Zatu and Óscar
NASCAR races
Burned tire, street hawk
The eighties cedar, accurate
I'm happy for others' success
I don't lose my rings for saying that rapper is good
Step on the sneakers on a scale
They weigh more than what those julais tell you out there
That's for the race
And your music is not recognized by Shazam
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
There are free spots
In your ass a gorilla guards a spot that's just for me
I take a picture and break the rumor
That you can't park here in the center
Does the insurance cover those scratches?
The reverse light is blown, and
You ate a container in the dark
A neighbor saw you and you have to pay
I have the car ready at the track
The racist doesn't like the Musta
Like rockets to the autistic
Come, drive me, are you afraid of a Mustang?
You were a fan
I saved your likes on Instagram
Are they rappers or a boy band?
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
All my homies are lowriders
Aha
All my homies are lowriders
Aha