Banda (part. Dei V)

I don’t talk to you, just to the one in charge
I always stay solid, I don’t play both sides
I feel like Hakimi playing on the wing
I’m always solo even though I got a crew

All the weights are rising and the soft drugs too
Watch how you walk or how you move
I don’t have a friend who softens in war
I won’t shake your hand even if you lick it

A couple of girls for me, for my brother
If we don’t roll up in a Mercedes
We’ll show up in a Range Rover
In the strip club, we make it rain cash
A filly and a perco, I don’t like being sober

I’ve earned respect since day one
You’re just a runner
I’m a boss, shot caller
My pockets are full of blue hundreds
I’ll put a price on your head
Watch out if you see a crew and Air Force runners
They’re my guys disguised like it’s October

Dirty money, but the cash is clean
I step on stage and the flashes go off
I was meant for all my opps
Baby, I’m a shooting star
You might see me once and then never again

Now I’m a boss and I was a student in DF
Baby, give it to me good and I’ll buy you a Benz
These fools talk big but don’t show up
Throw down because the parties and the Glocks have lasers

Now I’m a boss and I was a student in DF
Baby, give it to me good and I’ll buy you a Benz
These fools talk big but don’t show up
Throw down because the parties and the Glocks have lasers

I don’t talk to you, just to the one in charge
I always stay solid, I don’t play both sides
I feel like Hakimi playing on the wing
I’m always solo even though I got a crew

All the weights are rising and the soft drugs too
Watch how you walk or how you move
I don’t have a friend who softens in war
I won’t shake your hand even if you lick it

Since I was little, I didn’t want toys
I only dreamed of making bills
I walk with a rifle they call Manolete
I’ll put it in your face and also on your mustache

You, you recording everything making bundles and packs
Watch out because one of mine might not pack you up
I’m with Dei V, so let’s get wild
I want 20 filly blunts and seven girls

Don’t play dumb, don’t raise the signals
Because even if you see me alone, I got the L on my back
You ran with sneakers, I started without pedals
I moved the packs, it looked like juggling

I walk into the club and I never need the metals
Because everyone knows how we roll here
I bill the kilos and let’s start with the grams
Don’t stare too much if you’re not my brother

I’m with the L, the ones in charge
Smoking an L that comes from Holland
Baby, what do you want to settle here?
I got a thousand problems, they’re all inside me

I don’t talk to you, just to the one in charge
I always stay solid, I don’t play both sides
I feel like Hakimi playing on the wing
I’m always solo even though I got a crew

All the weights are rising and the soft drugs too
Watch how you walk or how you move
I don’t have a friend who softens in war
I won’t shake your hand even if you lick it

Underwater
The Flavorz
Look, tell me Morad, you bastard
Whoever steps up, we’re gonna break their helmet
You already know how it is
Directly from PR to Spain
Son of a bitch
You all know who it is already
The ones with the L with Dei V
From Florida to PR
The Flavorz
Underwater