VVS1 (part. Hanzel La H, Neutro Shorty y Noriel)

Sisas, the K
With Neutro
Venezuela, Colombia
Yeah, yeah
Ay

VVS1, on the chain and on the watch (VV)
For the problems, I bought a .8 and a .22 (ah, no)
The Air Force Ones stained with blood from the situation (yeah)
From killing the son of a bitch who disrespected us

VVS1, on the chain and on the watch
For the problems, I bought a .8 and a .22 (for whoever comes)
The Air Force Ones stained with blood from the situation (huh?)
From killing the son of a bitch who disrespected us (sisas)

Yeah
Living the trap life, just like Chief Keef
We put the Wax and the Kick on the strap
I bought some black kicks, Air Force with teeth
Tiffany and next to the roulette a Van Cleef, oh

From so much action, I don't even toast anymore
I don't mess with groupies, now I mess with pornstars (ay)
Expensive strap, for the night lobster
They don't live what they rap about, bro, and I know that for sure

Cruising down Palmas, lights on, in a five-hundred grand ride
Four guns in the trunk just in case I see them laid out
Rappers who front, I'm itching to find them
To see if they do what they rap about, post to post I'm gonna test it

Neither you nor him can reach this level
Your rusty .8 can't compete with my .19
I showed up with the ski mask so they say it’s moving
At the slightest joke, I light them up and bullets rain down, yeah

High on the gas from the bombs
Always watching the grave and anyone who steps to us
They hit me up on stories, I make the bullets respond
Next to me, I got a hot girl and fifteen grand in my pockets

Now I switch the flow, switch one, I'm going for the kill
I like it when she wears scarlet lingerie
All these groupies jump and spread their legs
Don't be rude, bitch, don't trip me up

I roll a Backwood, I want to get high and fuck you right
I gave her Martian blood, made her climb the wall
I had her traveling with drugs, that's how I operated
And called the K to break her in, oh

She's wet from the tracks of the big head, Jimmy Neutron
Color reload, transfer two grand, seven hundred
If I hit, at least with 3, keep the kid happy
It's a murder if the K teams up with Neutro

Let's send it, let's send it, let's send it to that bitch, don't let that fool get to us, man
Ey, Neutro, blow it up, blow it up

Ey, another day I wake up and I'm still high
Since I was a kid, I've been lit
I was on the block with the homies, moving those grams
Writing shit and that shit blew up and we made it (amen)

I'm heading to the party, gun in hand
And I'm not dying today, those fools are the ones who are gonna die (snitches)
They start shooting and hit all the posts
I like to see how their brains get blown out

Whenever I hit the studio, I have no competition (no)
If a friend is with the enemy, to me that's suspicious (bitch)
I look them in the eyes and know they're not my crew
DM full of baddies, passport full of stamps

All the hoes know I'm the guy with the venom
She gives me head in the car and we just met
When I hit it from the back, her tits always bounce
I come and spit in her face and she says: Mor, how rude

Amiri on me, Amiri shirt, Amiri the whole crew (Amiri)
If that Patek doesn't have VVS, I don't want it (no)
I don't fall for hoes because I know they're all fake
And while I'm fucking her, I'm thinking about money (No-No-Noriel)

I bought some black Air Forces that match my Glock
No more G-Shock, now it's Patek, no more Corona, now it's rosé
Scoring goals that don't stop, not even René Higuita
This girl wanted dick and I blew her up like a kilo

Rolling with Kris R., with the strap and the R
We're putting pressure from Medellín to PR
If you're a pig, take my advice, don't cling to life
Because I put the snitches down so you won't be the same one to bury you

Long live the hoes, long live the drugs
Long live everyone hustling 24/7
Long live the bandit life on the corners and the guns
Everyone who got rich without a cap and without a gown

Bow down, the problem has arrived
I know you all shit yourselves whenever Danger sounds
Track they put on for me, man, track that burns
I don't know who's more fake, your movie, your girls, or your chains

I stay chill, a kilo around my neck
All the competition is parked
Modeling, modeling for me without panties
After I hit it, they retire from the streets like Yankee

VVS on the chain and the Patek
I have all the balance, haven't mortgaged in years
I bought a house to stash straps, guns, and vests
The baddies are wet with me and you with empty pockets

I already touched the melon, no one can touch me
Eyes on me, flow the House of Alofoke
I don't finish and buy blocks, I have the packs in blocks
If I catch you on the block, we crush you and it's not with blocks, ah

You haters because I jumped on top without a ramp and I'm not a skater
Since I leveled up, I don't answer, we talk later
Swamp camo to light you up, alligator

I already ate the street, now I'm gonna eat all these asses in ghost mode, like I'm Pacman
In black, Obama, the street doesn't surprise without my name, without my .23, man
I'm the [?]

I got a [?] since Christmas, when I aim I never miss like a Hitman
My account went up, my life stays the same
The hoes and the money stick to me like a magnet, yeah

Sisas, the K
With Neutro Shorty
Neutro Shorty and the K
Venezuela and Colombia, oh

VVS, yeah, yeah
VVS1, uh, yeah
Talk to them, Monja
Don't got mercy on these niggas