Lamine Yamal (part. Beto Sierra)

They don’t move it like we do
They don’t deliver it like I deliver
They play dumb, act like they can’t see
They’ll never sound like I sound

An artisanal shield and a ton of kids
With a criminal record
They call me Lamine Yamal, I leave my rivals behind
In this fucking game, I’m a pro
Always with a crew, let’s go, old man
A rooster got high and then a big hit
Since I was a kid, a little pirate and a real thug
They don’t get intimidated, they don’t back down from any punk

Now it’s really over, I’m going all in
I got the Mini and the Scar, ready to shoot
I’ll give them takeout, I’m suited up, no tears
Because tonight I’m hunting for the scared
Through the mountains, camouflaged, satellites and drones for spying
All kinds of jewels stashed here in the garage
You can see the big machines worth more than twelve million for the character
With a recording device while I go hard
In the ring, because she likes it raw
She’s a hot one, and I spent a pretty penny on her
But I keep it quiet so the block doesn’t heat up

An artisanal shield and a ton of kids
With a criminal record
They call me Lamine Yamal, I leave my rivals behind
In this fucking game, I’m a pro
Always with a crew, let’s go, old man
A rooster got high and then a big hit
Since I was a kid, a little pirate and a real thug
They don’t get intimidated, they don’t back down from any punk

And if you move, I’ll blow your forehead off
Like Squid Game, I’m gonna paint them red
My name went viral from all the work I put in (bang!)
Sometimes laid back and other times in a tie
Crazy like Nata, here with my motherfucker
I get all Popeye if I smoke the spinach
And like Shakira, I stretch it out waka-waka
And you’ll know the team I got behind me
All Taliban, if I’m going to blow up with you
Tell your mom, you’re not coming home tonight
I’m gonna rob you, I’ll hit you hard with the real deal

An artisanal shield and a ton of kids
With a criminal record
They call me Lamine Yamal, I leave my rivals behind
In this fucking game, I’m a pro
Always with a crew, let’s go, old man
A rooster got high and then a big hit
Since I was a kid, a little pirate and a real thug
They don’t get intimidated, they don’t back down from any punk

That’s how it sounds from your buddy Luis R, crew
Bang, sons of bitches
Ah, ah