Chevy Red (part. Hoke)
Jajaja
Eh, Tote
Saqué la bolsa de exótico, me pesaba en el bolso
Por aquí no paran de volar tapones de corcho
No me sube el pulso ni me las abrocho
El fajo no se mueve del colchón, pero se está poniendo tocho
Sigues viéndote barato con joyas de 18 y BM
Yo ya era así de caro en el primer KM
Entrando a las 8 a.m., vestido de HyM
Te criaste esquiando, yo esquivando la nieve, alrededor
Si me muevo, sе altera su cara, eso es un actor
Si tе mueves tú no se altera nada, eso es un factor
Todo por amor, la hierba de autor, el perfume de autor
No me acuerdo del despertador, me tocaron los tréboles
Han puesto debajo del mercado por eso sé que es miércoles
Los niños beben jarabe y comen Percocets
Tatuajes y cruces de oro como Chevrolets
Que-que nos queda alguno le veo la cara y ni siquiera me suena
Lo máximo que el barrio puede hacer por tu colega es colgar dos bambas de un cable si la muerte se lo lleva
Lo del Tote no es normal, tan fresco en un clima cálido
Y no saben que me hice un MyHeritage y me salió balcánico
Son dos idiomas, tus letras y las mías
Te escucho y pienso: No puede ser eso, es un fake de la IA
No estoy al día de las listas, hace mil que no veo un reel
Ahora voy camino del dentista a recoger los grillz
¿Cómo me voy a resentir por tus victorias?
Si no tengo redes y no he deja'o de hacer historia
A ti te trincaron por vestir Dior
Y lo único que está por ver es si saldrás peor
El cielo solo es VIP para uno o dos
Y el infierno es pa'l resto desde que les cortan el cordón, brother
Es Manué' sin L, es Martí sin N
Respeto más asesinos en serie que a tu Spotify con quinientos millones en un summer trendy
Tu frasco es de Hugo Boss y el mío es Tiziana Terenzi
Se sabe, todo el mundo lo sabe, en mi segunda gira con Shotta estrenando las vías del Ave
¿Cuántos idiomas sabes? Yo tengo saber estar, en una tele, en una plaza, en un punto o en una rave
No sé ni en que día estoy, solo sé que mi cadena es oro blanco y mis manoplas de Rude Boys
Niños con los sueños rotos hacen vídeos y diseños locos
A ver qué foto me brinda el hood hoy
Hey, my man, what do you do for a living?
Hey! Get that fucking camera out of my face
You don't remember me?
Mr Mike Tyson, what do you do for a living?
I make the world very happy when they are in my presence
Chevy Red (feat. Hoke)
Hahaha
Eh, Tote
I took out the exotic bag, it weighed in my bag
Around here, corks are constantly flying
My pulse doesn't rise, I don't even fasten them
The wad doesn't move from the mattress, but it's getting thick
You still look cheap with 18 and BM jewelry
I was already expensive in the first KM
Entering at 8 a.m., dressed in HyM
You grew up skiing, I dodged the snow around
If I move, his face changes, that's an actor
If you move, nothing changes, that's a factor
All for love, the designer weed, the designer perfume
I don't remember the alarm clock, I got the clovers
They put it under the market, that's why I know it's Wednesday
Kids drink syrup and eat Percocets
Tattoos and gold crosses like Chevrolets
What's left, I see one, I don't even recognize him
The most the neighborhood can do for your buddy is hang two sneakers on a wire if death takes him
Tote's thing is not normal, so cool in a warm climate
And they don't know I did a MyHeritage and came out Balkan
They are two languages, your lyrics and mine
I listen to you and think: That can't be, it's an AI fake
I'm not up to date on the charts, I haven't seen a reel in ages
Now I'm on my way to the dentist to pick up the grillz
How am I going to resent your victories?
If I don't have social media and I haven't stopped making history
You got caught for wearing Dior
And the only thing left to see is if you'll come out worse
Heaven is only VIP for one or two
And hell is for the rest since they cut the cord, brother
It's Manué' without L, it's Martí without N
I respect serial killers more than your Spotify with five hundred million in a trendy summer
Your bottle is Hugo Boss and mine is Tiziana Terenzi
It's known, everyone knows it, on my second tour with Shotta debuting the AVE tracks
How many languages do you know? I have to know how to behave, on TV, in a square, at a point or at a rave
I don't even know what day it is, I just know my chain is white gold and my gloves are Rude Boys
Kids with broken dreams make crazy videos and designs
Let's see what photo the hood brings me today
Hey, my man, what do you do for a living?
Hey! Get that fucking camera out of my face
You don't remember me?
Mr Mike Tyson, what do you do for a living?
I make the world very happy when they are in my presence