Killa (part. Clarent)

In the hotel, in a robe, you’re my friend, not my girl
I hit it, then erased the data
But today I remembered how much I like the way you treat me
If I see you again, you’re not getting away

I’m lucky, I know I’ll see you again
You fight and laugh, who can understand you?
You messed with a baller, tell them how it feels
That one night you’ll remember forever

Grra-grra, boom, boom in the face for the hoes, the bad bitches
Don’t look at me like that, what do you want? You want me to hit it? (What do you want?)
You say we’re bad, that’s just a cliché (what's up?)
I’m a lover to undress you, then I pitch

Pitcher, I’ll never fail an outfit check
Cooking in the kitchen, I’m moving chicken
Little, in the jungle, Doctor Dolittle
I roll with drums and the band like the Beatles

If you’re messing around, we’ll break it without thinking twice
I empty yours and mine grows (let’s go, baby)
I don’t believe in names or any punk (not one)
I got money and that buys power

If you want war, then you name me (grra-grra, boom, boom)
I don’t shoot on social media, I go straight, don’t hide
And I’m not in a Honda
I’m in the BM to catch them in style with the crocodile case

You’ve never been a killa
That movie isn’t yours, don’t live it up
I shoot, I’m not wasting my breath
If I take the picky, they won’t get on

Me with the AK, Clarent with the R
If you want something, it’s packed here in PR
We’re in Medallo, we look like we’re from the series
From the narcos on TV

Active with the Rockband, in the Urus mode Corsa
Not in Miami, dude, I got it in Carola
Sub-Zero if they front, it’s deadly, there won’t be a fight
Control your cats, I already broke two

You don’t have the balls, I got the medicinal balls
Pulling up in the Lambo, inside Denny’s, I give you ninety with the Rodman
I cross them three by three like the note
You guys are four cents and don’t make a dollar

Broke case, no call, four sticks for the ride
They all leave if I see them and they don’t send me
You say none of them get on
If they see me, don’t act like the guy from the Blessd concert

Dude, you know I make them dance Macarena
Don’t brag about girls, you only pull little girls
You say you’re gonna kill me, dude, but you don’t count
That I caught you and asked what you said, and you shat yourself

You’ve never been a killa
That movie isn’t yours, don’t live it up
I shoot, I’m not wasting my breath
If I take the picky, they won’t get on

You’ve never been a killa (come on, uoh)
That movie isn’t yours, don’t live it up
I shoot, I’m not wasting my breath
If I take the perco, they won’t get on (tell me, what are they gonna do?)

Mynor with the AK, I got the R
If you want something, it’s packed here in PR
We’re in Medallo, we look like we’re from the series
From the narcos on TV

Yeah
Grra-grra, boom, yeah
The ballers of the city
Tell me, Turbo
The streets are ours
From the ballers, the ballers of the Metro, of the city (you heard?)
Jonniel (yeah, if they’re not ballers, get out of the way)

Yeah, ah
Che Guevara is in Caparra
You won’t escape if he catches you
Tell me, Bassyy (grra-grra, boom)