AGUA (part. Chocoleyrol)

What's up? Are they real? Are they real?
Damn, they look alike, yeah
Shout out to Choco
Choco, Choco, water! Water!

The molly, the grin, the mafia, and the doll (okay, look)
This is for the hustlers who run the block (the toughest stayed, the toughest stayed)
I don't care about what you get into (okay)
You're asking for water, your throat's dry

Breaking in, a bunch of fools when they came to my hood
Sometimes they act dumb, don’t even want a bribe
They switched up the bosses, the block turned into an oven
If you talked big, you left with two hundred grams of bling

Here the dealers line up, we got the recipe
To break the coke, you gotta hit it with the hammer
Afternoon in the hood, and a couple of zips of green
Like on 42nd, here the gram's a dime

They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They brag about the streets but ain't from the hood

They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
And I dropped the bag, grabbed the umbrella

And I dropped the ba—, and I dropped the ba—
And I dropped the bag, grabbed the umbrella

They’re coming, Chocoleyrol, hide the alligators
I got a thick girl in the Bronx like JLo
Who’s connected with the bosses and the jewelers
The meth looks like ice

The users keep my pockets full
I show up and the block lights up, they don’t want us to leave
Now all the girls are missing me
In Mariano Rivera, that’s where the poison is

The molly, the grin, the mafia, and the doll
This is for the hustlers who run the block
I don't care about what you get into
You're asking for water, your throat's dry

Crew, I’m rolling with the squad
They say I’m washing money
I just wanna keep the vibe high
Chillin' with the homies from the hood, and fold—

They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
And I dropped the bag, grabbed the umbrella

They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They brag about the streets but ain't from the hood, hood (ha)

Let me tell you, not for freedom, said a rat
Never mention partners or where the stuff is at
They can do anything, they can’t execute you
Move forward an enemy, the one you wanna kill

I know some hitters who get sick from the bullets
They take everything and leave you with nothing
If I hit in the early morning, here it goes, the echo sounds
They’re spider men and the .38 sounds dry

The last Billy I heard, there was one on watch
While the other was swinging every time the sun came up
The packs of cigarettes, the cash, the TV
And the next day they even got back the Winasorb

They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, shouted: Water
They brag about the streets but ain't from the hood

They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
They pulled up in a few cars, yelled: Water
And I dropped the bag, grabbed the umbrella

Myke Towers, nigga
Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic
Chocoleyrol, haha
Huh?

Young Kingz, baby
All my homies from the block
Leo RD, the one who knows about the dembow
Haha
Huh?