CUANTO GRAMO (part. Hades66 y Yama Make Them Bounce)

Christmas, a stream of bullshit
Hey (haha)
Yo, dude (heh, what’s up?)
Hey (haha)
Tell me, Yama
Motherfucker (ah)
Yo, dude
They’re crying, they’re crying (for)
Yo, listen (turn me up)

I got a bitch, an AK, a Draco (haha)
The kilos are wildin' (they're wildin')
In the spots, my stamps are in the bags (in the bags)
You tell me the number, the squares are cheap (how much, how much?)
If they betray me, I’ll wash my hands like Pilate (haha)
Louis Vuitton, Gucci, I’ll buy it all, even your bitch (I buy it all)
I hit the mall, motherfucker, and I buy it all (I buy it all)
That ass is sweet like Crumble (crumble)
I hustle more than Jordan in these Concords (haha)
Motherfucker, the stacks of hundreds on top of more stacks (the stacks, the stacks)
The bitches want dick, those hoes are strung out (haha)
I got fat pockets thanks to all these skinny girls
In the farm, we’re pushing more weight than cows (whoa, oh)
Deposit in the bank a million, I check my account
I bought two houses, three guns, and a forty
I’m rolling up to your place (yeah, kid), dude, you don’t even notice (haha)
We’re gonna give you a ride (brr), you little bitch, and it’s not on Delta
Ice Spice (Ice Spice), I got my Glock, check my piece
More ice (more ice), look at my jewelry, how it weighs (haha)
You want how many grams? Fatso, hand me the scale (ah)
I’m gonna paint my soul, rest in peace, Jehza
Motherfucker, you don’t have the balls that I got (no, no, no)
The cash, the Ls, the Endo (haha)
512, .30, if you ask, I’ll sell it to you
A Moët popped in the name of all my dead ones (haha, hey)

Ice Spice, I got my Glock, check my pie-pie-pie–
More ice, check my pre-pre-pre-scale
You want how many grams? (Grams)
You want how many grams? Fatso, check my piece

The shooters past rolling, almost all the shootings popping on YouTube
The opps are now followers, we filled their house with flowers
In the stalls with the drums, we use the Perks to light up missions
Wear ski masks for all the flows and we light up the blocks
We stay active in the Polo and trending topics in the tropics
The kid [?] is letting loose and is itching to shoot
Don’t call me to light up, better light up and then call me later
Stay on the floor with the seven, empty the other, step on his face
Eight guns with the lean, your crew doesn’t send the pin
I’m the shadow, I’m your end, Gauss weapon in the Louis V
We disarm the Louis V, in the tower and it’s not Paris
We’ll hit you in the nose, we’ll take you out at the root
The magazine jammed inside the car, I was about to flip your car (haha)
You’ve got devil’s luck, you dodged that bad moment
A couple of bitches are in the kitchen, wanting me to blow them up (haha)
They don’t want to roll with you because they know they’ll get it from me
You’re not a killer, you’re a phony, the gang’s a wandering Dutch
The magazine’s full of diamonds, in the camera, the shots shine
Make the chain with the point, she called me wanting to get down
She wants me to break her, ‘cause I’m the one who lifts her up (haha)

Eight guns with the lean, your crew doesn’t send the pin
I’m the shadow, I’m your end, Gauss weapon in the Louis V
We disarm the Louis V, in the tower and it’s not Paris
We’ll hit you in the nose, we’ll take you out at the root