FLOWETRY ft. Jay P & KOUSS1 Lyrics

Uno, dos, uno, dos

Microphone check'a

You gotta go, llegó el boss con la manteca

Yo soy el Dios que castiga a to' los que pecan

Ustedes son feka, spray pa' la pecueca

Volé a holanda pero el show no cupo en la maleta

Nosotros robamos el show, luz roja y ultravioleta

La gente en el coffee shop pegándole a la bareta

Otros vienen solamente para ver un par de tetas (En el red light)

No he prendido el primero y ya me siento high

Por la calle hay un humero, ay Dios mío caray (Caray)

Andamo' ready to fly tira una foto en el bulldog pero que no la vea tu mai'

I'm the king of the crop, I rise to the top

I never ate a pig, cause pig is a cop

Like Cypress Hill I feel OG what you feel?

We insane in the brain but real

That's the mothafucking deal ah!

Partiendo la pana, de pana la parto

Reparto la octava y me quedo los cuartos

La baby me dice que yo soy un santo

Pero no sabe el peligro que yo cargo

Damn, en esto del rap soy el Rey

Enrolate un blunt y pulsale al play

Como Whiz Khalifa smoke weed everyday

Me tiran pero no alcanzan mi nivel (Switch it)

I pull up and hop out like Kendrick

G.O.M.D like I'm Jermaine Cole

They tell me so often that I'm egocentric

But I prefer to be called the fucking GOAT

Yes, your ex is all about ex-ploring (HA!)

And who the fuck am I to judge? (Listen up)

She hit me up on Friday morning

And Saturday night she asking you for cash

Many bitches wanna talk about the money

Homie life ain't about material crap or honey

Phony stoneys showing off them golden rollies

Holy molly you just copy from the copy of a copy

Rocky con los guantes, Michael Jackson con los pies

Frank Sinatra con el micro, Federer con el revés

I can rap it in Spanish o escupir fuego en inglés

Most of these lil mothafuckers don't drop shit hot off the press (GODDAMN!)

Grindin' in the booth like I'm steady gettin' paychecks

Sleepin' on the mattress so you know I gotta change that

Chillin' in the room with the 'rillas gotta stay back

We don't got no luv for these hoes yeah they big mad

I just popped a pill with my nigga Ibra outta here

Pour me up some wock in my cup then I'm outta here

I don't wanna get no more love I just want the fear

Chillin' with the nerds in the spot they be drinking beer

I just threw that chinchilla on lookin like a bear

I be swaggin' all day long so they gotta stare

I be drinkin' from a starophone I be on the layer

She be textin on my cellephone when I'm outta here

Changing timezones nah I be chillin' home for real

Big like tayfon, tsunami boy gotta be aware

Masterpieces on deck

All my watches on set

Sippin' drink we off dat

Bet you didn't know that