Pretty Boy

Hey, Dei V

A thug isn’t just
Someone who talks about what they do
Or says everything they hear
A thug is the one who hustles day and night

To put food
On the table for their family
Not everything is as it’s told
Or as it’s heard

Here every day the goal is the same
Keep making money
Without letting the real hustle drop
We’re here for the cash

But we’re not afraid of war
I’m going for the money
And I’m not waiting for it
I’m a hustler

A product of my surroundings
If I die tomorrow
That’s part of the game
Tell the fans I love them

Every night I work
And I sleep when the rooster crows
I’ve got a few bucks saved up
Just in case I get caught

Where’s the money?
I’ll find it
Pretty boy, my girls look like they’re from Medellín
And the hustlers on the corner

Are rolling dice
And my hitmen are out hunting
Watch out for that tough guy act
Because here it’s not about being the hottest

It’s about being the smartest
Smokeup Gang, the dribblers
You’ve seen it in the bio
They know I’m the one with the flavor

I don’t miss
The guys in the Zumas
And the Piaggios
We roll out twenty cars with the heat and the sticks

And I’m gonna change my name to Hugo
Because I’m the Boss
Look, the style is hot
Give me a close-up

Get money, all I do is stack up
And all these girls wanna hook up
Because they saw the vibe
And the movie with the crew

This life has made me sin
Forgive me, God, if I killed
That was to earn respect
Before trying it

It’s better to think it through
Sincerely, the ones from the bridge
I gave my baby some enhancements
And put them on the Palestinian

We arrived making noise
On the KTMs and the Rhinos
We recovered what we invested
It was by sheer will that we rose

And I’ve done it all
But I regret nothing
And if one day I go inside
I’ll be quiet like Tempo

Don’t give me advice
If it’s not backed by example
Because what I don’t know, I’ll make up
So they can tell me, I’ll tell it

And I’ve done it all
But I regret nothing
And if one day I go inside
I’ll be quiet like Tempo

Don’t give me advice
If it’s not backed by example
Because what I don’t know, I’ll make up
So they can tell me, I’ll tell it

Every night I work
And I sleep when the rooster crows
I’ve got a few bucks saved up
Just in case I get caught

Where’s the money?
I’ll find it
Pretty boy, my girls look like they’re from Medellín
And the hustlers on the corner

Are rolling dice
And my hitmen are out hunting
Watch out for that tough guy act
Because here it’s not about being the hottest

It’s about being the smartest
You won’t see me bragging
Or anything like that, but watch out for the fakes
With me, they could end up dead

You’ve seen the license plate
The one with the VVS diamonds, man
The one with the trending girls
I’m out.