62 - KAKTOV

De la 62 nadie regala nada

Chulo por el barrio con mi Balenciaga

Llevo doble phone uno pa' la mama

Y otro pa' negocio y no digo ma' nada

En el hood nadie reconoce tu cara

Preguntan ¿Cuánto vale?

Y no pueden pagarla

Tu gata me lo mueve como una gitana

Me pagan con favores ya no lavo nada

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en tu barrio, seis dos en tu cuadra

Seis dos estampado en mi ropa cara

I’m a boss bitch no te ponga' mala

Que yo se que te pegaste con la views comprada'

Que si corto un par de tickets más tickets de entrada

Que estoy loco Ferragamo, esta mierda importada

Que tu música está vieja, tres años atrasada

Antes no sabían quien era, ahora soy la portada

Sueno caro, ya lo sé, kongo weed y Percocet

Ahora estoy viviendo de esto bitch, yo apena' lo intenté

La new wave, getting paid, making money sin cocaine

I don’t even know his name, writing music on the plane

Ando con mierda Dominicana, ey

Eso' paquete' no lo ve la aduana

La soga al cuello bitch, no pierdo nada, ey

Shout out pa' to los que tiran la mala, yah yah yah

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos

From the 62 nobody gives away anything

Pimp around the neighborhood with my Balenciaga

I carry double phone one for the mother

And another one for business and I don't say anything else

In the hood no one recognizes your face

They ask how much is it worth?

And they can't afford it

Your cat moves me like a gypsy

They pay me with favors I don't wash anything anymore

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in your neighborhood, six two in your block

Six two stamped on my expensive clothes

I'm a boss bitch don't make you 'bad'

That I know that you stuck with the purchased views'

What if I cut a couple of tickets more entrance tickets

That I'm crazy Ferragamo, this imported shit

That your music is old, three years behind

Before they didn't know who he was, now I'm the cover

I sound expensive, I know, Kongo weed and Percocet

Now I'm living off this bitch, I just tried

The new wave, getting paid, making money without cocaine

I don't even know his name, writing music on the plane

I'm with Dominican shit, hey

That 'package' is not seen by customs

The rope around the neck bitch, I don't lose anything, hey

Shout out to those who throw bad, yah yah yah

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two

Six two in my face, six two