Words - Kidd Keo

Aye, gang, it’s Kidd

Aye, keloke hijos de puta

We ready bitch, three minutes of hell, that’s it

Aye, I say

Fuck you pussy, bitch I’m not polite

I could have, two bad bitches every hotel night

Got it, want this badass pussy in this whole life

Puta somos de las costas, fuck the other side

Antes una BMX, 10 en los bolsillos

Ahora rulo el Lamborghini, puta tengo brillo

Tengo Levi’s en el culo, Louis V el calzoncillo

To’s mis tenis suela blanca, lo demás es mío

Niño chico, flaco, tonto cuando era pequeño

Niño chico, flaco, tonto hasta que olí el dinero

Ahora pienso en plata bobo, lo que pa' ti un sueño

Yo lo hice realidad, manito soy un genio

All you rappers on the movie, you ain’t catch a body

Yeah, catch you couple ones, your girlfriend and your mummy

Eso loros no son ricos, no hay illuminati

Bitch I’ma self made, only me around my money

Que lo mío está en el fashion desde bien chiquito

Yo ya estaba haciendo ropa antes de darle al micro

Por las cinco de la mañana, yo en la casa activo

Yo ya estaba haciendo money, vosotros dormíos

Yo he podio hablar de dramas desde bien chiquito

A los 15 un par’e muerto y otro va en camino

Pero yo no me hago el lio, yo pa’lante sigo

Los problemas vienen solos, no hace falta un hijo

Baby listen, you know that we run that

Fuck the ops, I got a gang, I’m on my up now

But is rappin' on Spain, we on the top now

I got his mother on my leg 'cause bitch I blowed out

I’ma be the first one, who gonna make it

For the fame, we fuck the money, we the realest

Todo verde facturando jueves a jueves

Fumo una L que te apesta como huele

Sólo soy un niño bueno adopta’o por maleantes

Quien me toque a mí se muere a plata como empaste

Tengo al Z en línea por si hay que soltar el blaster

Con el Z en el Z, 270 pa-se

¿Que tu crees?

¿Que yo no sé lo que es trapear, mi parce?

¿Que tu crees?

¿Que no he movio por la verde llame?

Tengo al brother haciendo plata con el polvo de ángel

Y keloke, no es más malo el que más farde de hambre

Puta aquí son todos cantantes, yo no veo gangsters

Un barrio entero pa' matarme y sigo guapo madre

Y si tu no ve lo' dinero' no es que muevas poca

Es que eres malo haciendo rimas, mierda por tu boca

Don’t fuck around, you now we gon touch the crown

Too much money in the table, you must wonder how

How I made it, how I did it, how I went so loud

Too much lips in the kitchen, now we’re striking down

Ahora tengo a todo el mundo pidiéndome coro

To’a mi ciudad me hateaba y ahora piden booyah

No es normal manito que me este quedando sólo

Pero soy un ambicioso, voy a por el oro

Y ahora keloke, par de tenis del 23

Siempre trending pa' los cien, yo en mi combo en la flame

Now we gonna ditch the cake, Lamborgini on the way

Mami enciéndete otro fly, catch me going to the space

Aye, gang, it's Kidd

Aye, keloke motherfuckers

We ready bitch, three minutes of hell, that's it

Aye, I say

Fuck you pussy, bitch I'm not polite

I could have, two bad bitches every hotel night

Got it, want this badass pussy in this whole life

Bitch we are from the coasts, fuck the other side

Before a BMX, 10 in the pockets

Now I roll the Lamborghini, bitch I got shine

Got Levi's on my ass, Louis V on my briefs

All my tennis white soles, the rest is mine

Boy, skinny, dumb when I was little

Kid boy, skinny, dumb until I smelled the money

Now I think of bobo silver, what a dream for you

I made it happen, manito I'm a genius

All you rappers on the movie, you ain't catch a body

Yeah, catch you couple ones, your girlfriend and your mummy

That parrots are not rich, there is no illuminati

Bitch I'ma self made, only me around my money

That mine has been in fashion since I was very young

I was already making clothes before hitting the mic

At five in the morning, I'm active at home

I was already making money, you fell asleep

I have been able to talk about dramas since I was very young

At 15, one was dead and another was on the way

But I don't mess around, I continue forward

Problems come by themselves, you don't need a son

Baby listen, you know that we run that

Fuck the ops, I got a gang, I'm on my up now

But is rappin' on Spain, we on the top now

I got his mother on my leg 'cause bitch I blowed out

I'ma be the first one, who gonna make it

For the fame, we fuck the money, we the realest

All green billing Thursday to Thursday

I smoke an L that stinks you how it smells

I'm just a good boy adopted by thugs

Whoever touches me dies to silver like filling

Got Z on the line in case we need to drop the blaster

With the Z on the Z, 270 pa-se

That you believe?

That I don't know what mopping is, my friend?

That you believe?

That I have not moved for the green call?

I have the brother making money with angel dust

And keloke, it's not worse who is more hungry

Bitch here they are all singers, I don't see gangsters

A whole neighborhood to kill me and I'm still handsome mother

And if you don't see the 'money' it's not that you move little

It's that you're bad at making rhymes, shit out of your mouth

Don't fuck around, you now we gon touch the crown

Too much money in the table, you must wonder how

How I made it, how I did it, how I went so loud

Too much lips in the kitchen, now we're striking down

Now I have the whole world asking me for a choir

All my city hated me and now they ask for booyah

It's not normal little man that I'm staying alone

But I'm ambitious, I'm going for the gold

And now keloke, pair of sneakers from 23

Always trending for the hundred, me in my combo in the flame

Now we gonna ditch the cake, Lamborgini on the way

Mommy turn on another fly, catch me going to the space