Si Mijo Si (part. Ovi)

Yeah

Yeah, son, yeah, let’s place a bet
If I get into your game, it’s gonna cost you
I’ll take her and you’ll pay for it
If they want war, we’re gonna blow it up

I don’t know why you’re bothered by my rockstar life
When I go down to Colombia, I turn into a pornstar
$50,000 in $100s in the Hellstar bag
We’re living in the sky, we’re All Stars here, bitch (hey)

Yeah, son, yeah (hey), yeah, son, yeah (ah)
You think they’re gonna kill me? Nah, for real (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, son, yeah, yeah, son, yeah (wuh-wuh)
She’s a whore and she showed me the goods (the goods)

Yeah, son, yeah, yeah, son, yeah (yeah)
Look for her at home, she gave me head (haha!)
While I’m hitting it, she forgot about you (brr)
That drip’s leaking like my style (hey)

Three clips and the .40 (40), the kiosks, the slow one (haha)
The fentanyl stamps, the rent checks (haha)
The kilos for sale, they’re minty fresh
The kiosk lit up like Pablo in the 90s (brr)

You’re thirsty, baby (thirsty)
You dirty whore, you’re looking fresh (fresh)
You’re a pro at sucking, expert at the game (haha)
And if I catch them, mine are omertà, bitch (shh)

I want money doubled up, two (two)
The 19, two Dracos and the Glock (Glock, haha)
The TRX sounds like a truck (brr)
And I’ll hit you with a bomb like Donald Trump (come on, dude)

I want a whore, more, bring two (two)
I want a gun, more, bring two
I want a Lambo, more, bring two (haha!)
I only kneel before my God, amen

Yeah, son, yeah, let’s place a bet
If I get into your game, it’s gonna cost you
I’ll take her and you’ll pay for it
If they want war, we’re gonna blow it up

I don’t know why you’re bothered by my rockstar life
When I go down to Colombia, I turn into a pornstar
$50,000 in $100s in the Hellstar bag
We’re living in the sky, we’re All Stars here, bitch

I’m looking expensive, check out my watch
I’m strapped, check out my Glock
Always got that ZaZa rolled in the blunt
We pass by and it feels like Trump just rolled through

And don’t get it twisted
To go hunting, we roll out in the Tundras
To be able to sing, $35 in the bag
We’re not scared, panic won’t spread

And now I want the whores two at a time
I passed by your block and left it soaked
For the cases, I got a buffet of lawyers
Right now, I’m the most expensive thing on the market

I’m the difference by far
In this, I’m your old man, up here I don’t hear
We always roll shady
I shower with money, bitch, yeah

Don’t dress up, you’re not going out with me
Dressed in Valen, the Ferro in the valet
You’re already getting $30, but you’re not worth it
You’re dead, no vital signs

I’ll break you down without using a channel
If I go down to PR, I got M on the scanner
The crazies with all the metal
At the airport waiting for me to signal, bitch

Haha, so easy, yeah, son, yeah
You guys are tough, I’m gonna leave you behind
Alright
You’re all just beggars here, heh

Tell me, M
Cagua' at the house, you hear?
Ciego de Ávila, Cuba
Puerto Rico
Let’s make it real
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Ovi, yeah
Talk to me, Hade'
The 66, Illuminati
You hear?

We wrote this ourselves, amen
Tell me, Yama
J Castle
La M
Keto on the controls
Tell me
Of course
The Asere of Asere', the flag
You hear?
The Cuban Flag, nigga