20 P**** en mi VIP

Twenty bitches in my VIP
All of them are hot, I play tic-tac-toe to choose
If not that one, then that one yes
I think I’ve hit on all of them
My shirt's full of blood but it ain't from Gallery
We keep doing felonies

Balling like Kobe playing for the Lakers
Forty and shots for all these haters
Shorty, that booty’s underrated for me
Sorry, when I grab it, I’m gonna hit it hard

Twenty bitches in my VIP
All of them are hot, I play tic-tac-toe to choose
If not that one, then that one yes
I think I’ve hit on all of them
My shirt's full of blood but it ain't from Gallery
We keep doing felonies

I’m loaded with Tiffany, you give me the gift
The bitch’s name is Stefany, I break her like a symphony
Mm, yeah, huh, yeah, I break her like the beat
Mm, yeah, huh, I break her with the melody

I tear her up like a track if I grab this little bitch, ma
And my shirt’s full of blood, and my Nikes are muddy
I keep her on four all night, her boyfriend’s playing Fortnite
I get connections on the street without Wi-Fi (ah-ay)
With the masked sticks, playing Counter-Strike
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ay (ah-ah-ah-ah-ay)
Baby, we’re devilish, we come out in black, dressed in Nikes
This ZaZa’s spicy, two hits and then I cough (cough)
I score goals on this baby like Özil (like Özil)
Yeah, under the effect of oxy
We’ll bury your boyfriend if he’s a toxic
I make money from sacrifice, to spend it on bitches and vices
The street’s paying, my people are my only sponsorship
I broke all the holes and they complain about the building
Her boyfriend’s calling, she’s screaming like Misio
In no time I reach the peak, I step to the top with the 4 Retro (4 retro)
Today I feel like Future recording with Metro (with Metro)
We want the bust down Rollies, Cuban chain two meters long
They get scared and leave if they see me entering the club

Twenty bitches in my VIP
All of them are hot, I play tic-tac-toe to choose
If not that one, then that one yes
I think I’ve hit on all of them (that I’ve hit on all of them)
My shirt's full of blood but it ain't from Gallery
We keep doing felonies

And the street is now ours, and the bitches are ours
The ZaZa leaves me in Kyoto, catching that Miguel Cotto flow
For the babies, I’m a stallion and for the gangsters, I’m a monster
Respect for the artists, but on the track they don’t break it like us, no-oh-oh

Vein-Vein-Twenty bitches in my VIP
All of them are hot, I play tic-tac-toe to choose
If not that one, then that one yes
I think I’ve hit on all of them (that I’ve hit on all of them)
My shirt's full of blood but it ain't from Gallery
We keep doing felonies

I’m loaded with Tiffany, you give me the gift
The bitch’s name is Stefany, I break her like a symphony
Mm, yeah, huh, yeah, I break her like the beat
Mm, yeah, huh, I break her with the melody