TUSSI
Las Glope son de Rusi
Los bolsos son de Gucci
Las putas quieren tussi
Los gangsters aman mi music
Yo busco mi dinero
Regalos no los quiero
Skinny salió del Ghetto
El cabrón se hizo rapero
Las balas son Hollow
De un peine cae toda tu ganga
Entramos por tu window
Cabrón yo me creo santa
Tu shawty dice que es santa
Y le cabe hasta la garganta
El rasta trae el Lean y volvemos lila la fanta boy
Estoy conectao' con los Dealers y con los jonkies boy
Toy juntando puntos y hago comas por ahí donde voy
Yo tengo mi Blocky, me la pela con quien vengas boy
Le apunto al cocote y se la quita el complejo de Floyd
Hablan de tiradera y aún no le he tirao' a nadie
Os he estado' ignorando, pero volvéis a probarme
Querías FT y no te lo di y eso te arde
Flow C, Dobleta cabrón: Eso no es de Gangsters
La cara tapa cuando Toca, no para el insta
Entro con mis moros, mis gambis, flow terrorista
¿Por qué me miras tanto? ¿Necesitas un oculista?
A veces incluso me olvido que soy artista
Las Glope son de Rusi
Los bolsos son de Gucci
Las p*tas quieren tussi
Los gangsters aman mi music
Yo busco mi dinero
Regalos no los quiero
Skinny salió del Ghetto
El cabrón se hizo rapero
Meeny, mani, miny, moe, Skinny se llevó a tu hoe
De de preguntarme cosas nigga, 'cause I don't know
They walking' on 'em Tippy Toes, los tiros son anónimos
El nombre de tu hermano y chivato son 2 sinónimos
Yo soy la voz de la calle y de los encerraos
Tú ere' la voz de los sapos, de los que han choteao'
Par de panas se torcieron, loco, salieron viraos
Tengo el AK-47 recién operao'
Yo tengo la cone, a ti Diddy te la pone
Estamos haciendo billetes de to' lo' colores
Yo soy de Smith y Wesson y Glope, Flow Al Capone
Tú ere' de chupar polla y subir puestos en lo' escalones
Las Glope son de Rusi
Los bolsos son de Gucci
Las putas quieren tussi
Los gangsters aman mi music
Yo busco mi dinero
Regalos no los quiero
Skinny salió del Ghetto
El cabrón se hizo rapero
PINK COCAINE
The Glope are from Rusi
The bags are from Gucci
Whores want pink cocaine
Gangsters love my music
I'm looking for my money
I don't want any gifts
Skinny left the Ghetto
The bastard became a rapper
Bullets are Hollow
All your bargain falls from a comb
We entered through your window
Bastard, I think I'm a saint
Your shawty says she's holy
And it fits up to his throat
The rasta brings the Lean and we return the purple Fanta Boy
I'm connected with the Dealers and the junkies boy
I'm connecting dots and making commas everywhere I go
I have my Blocky, I don't give a damn about whoever you come with, boy
I aim at the coconut and Floyd's complex takes it away
They talk about shooting and I haven't shot anyone yet
I've been ignoring you, but you try me again
You wanted FT and I didn't give it to you and that hurts you
Flow C, Double Asshole: That's not Gangsters
The face covers when it touches, it doesn't stop the insta
I enter with my Moors, my gambis, terrorist flow
Why are you staring at me so much? Do you need an eye doctor?
Sometimes I even forget that I am an artist
The Glope are from Rusi
The bags are from Gucci
Whores want pink cocaine
Gangsters love my music
I'm looking for my money
I don't want any gifts
Skinny left the Ghetto
The bastard became a rapper
Meeny, mani, miny, moe, Skinny took your hoe
Stop asking me things nigga, cuz' I don't know
They walk 'on 'em Tippy Toes, the shots are anonymous
Your brother's name and snitch are two synonyms
I am the voice of the street and of those locked up
You are the voice of the toads, of those who have mocked
A couple of friends went wrong, man, they came out twisted
I have the newly operated AK-47
I have the cone, Diddy puts it on you
We are making banknotes of all colors
I'm from Smith & Wesson and Glope, Flow Al Capone
You're into sucking cock and climbing the ladder
The Glope are from Rusi
The bags are from Gucci
The whores want pink cocaine
Gangsters love my music
I'm looking for my money
I don't want any gifts
Skinny left the Ghetto
The bastard became a rapper