Bricks del Futuro - yung beef, Seko The Real

PXXR GVNG, PXXR GVNG

Espinardo

Alternative Records

Bricks del futuro

Seko El Real

en la music

Seko boy, baby, aka Young Beef

Joseando en el ghetto, siempre estuve ahí

Gastando chavos con los panas, siempre estuve ahí

Tú sabe', en la lleca no hay amigo'

Quien me conoce a mí sabe lo que digo

En la traphaus, cooking cocaine

Siempre hustling, making money

En la esquina con el perico, pasando hierba

Tico-tico, no pararé hasta ser rico

Si no entiendes, te lo explico

Diles, primo Seco, que estamos por encima

Estamo' adelantao', esto e' otra liga

Con bricks del futuro, importa’os desde Colombia

Eso es puro, en el punto no se fía

Empaca esa maleta, que hoy viene el pana

Pésalo, prepáralo, que él viene con lana

Nunca se pierde, aquí siempre se gana

Esta noche lo contamo' y lo gastamo' ya mañana

Cocaína y marihuana (Uh)

Joseando desde la mañana (Woh)

Pa' tu prima y pa' tu hermana

Esto es maleanteo, mamá (Lo sabes)

Son ladrillo' del futuro (Son ladrillo', son ladrillo', del futuro, mami)

Son ladrillo', son ladrillo' del futuro (Seko boy, baby, aka Yung Beef)

Vivo en el futuro y tú estás condena’o al rebufo

Yo la aprieto, y tú te queda' aquí

Joseando en el ghetto siempre he esta’o ahí

Cuando money con los Gs, siempre he esta’o ahí

Yung Beef, baby

Si voy pal futuro, sigo estando aquí

Seco The Real, y Seco El Falso

Me siento igual en Lamborghini que descalzo

Si estoy con tu gata no la doy descanso

Y ahora to’s quieren ser trap, pero no tienen traphaus, uuh

Y los ratero' quie’n cantar, pero tienen que dar cacho

Porque esto va por rango'

Tú sabes disparar, pero yo la cargo

Conexión criminal, de Graná' a Espinardo

Cocaína y marihuana (Uh)

Joseando desde la mañana (Woh)

Pa' tu prima y pa' tu hermana

Esto es maleanteo, mamá

Son ladrillo' del futuro (Son ladrillo', son ladrillo')

Son ladrillo', son ladrillo' del futuro

PXXR GVNG, PXXR GVNG

thornard

Alternative Records

bricks of the future

Seko The Real

in the music

Seko boy, baby, aka Young Beef

Joseando in the ghetto, I was always there

Spending money with the friends, I was always there

You know', in the lleca there is no friend'

Who knows me knows what I say

In the traphaus, cooking cocaine

Always hustling, making money

In the corner with the parakeet, passing grass

Tico-tico, I won't stop until I'm rich

If you don't understand, I'll explain

Tell them cousin Seco that we're above

We're ahead, this is another league

With bricks of the future, import'os from Colombia

That's pure, at the point you don't trust

Pack that suitcase, the corduroy is coming today

Weigh it, prepare it, he comes with wool

You never lose, here you always win

Tonight we count it and we spend it tomorrow

Cocaine and marijuana (Uh)

Joseando since the morning (Woh)

For your cousin and for your sister

This is thug, mom (You know)

They are bricks from the future (They are bricks, they are bricks from the future, mommy)

They are brick', they are brick' of the future (Seko boy, baby, aka Yung Beef)

I live in the future and you are condemned to the slipstream

I squeeze it, and you stay here

Joseando in the ghetto I've always been there

When money with the Gs, I've always been there

Yung Beef, baby

If I go to the future, I'm still here

Seco The Real, and Seco The False

I feel the same in Lamborghini as barefoot

If I'm with your cat I don't give her rest

And now everyone wants to be a trap, but they don't have a trap house, uuh

And the thieves who sing, but they have to give a piece

Because this goes by rank'

You know how to shoot, but I load it

Criminal connection, from Graná' to Espinardo

Cocaine and marijuana (Uh)

Joseando since the morning (Woh)

For your cousin and for your sister

This is thug, mom

They are bricks of the future (They are bricks, they are bricks)

They are brick', they are brick' of the future