YZ

Yeah, eh-eh-eh
Yeah, eh-eh-eh
Oh-oh-oh
Shorty

I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (after smoking)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (wants to act tough)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on
I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (a YZ)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (act tough)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on

Let’s do it, I got the Magnums ready
Twenty rounds in the clip of the Taurus (bang)
Like Eladio, burning the Backwoods
Always cooking up like fast food (po, po)
I bought a YZ in Medellín, soon I’ll move it to Caracas (ay)
Cruising down Artigas with my crew and a skinny girl riding shotgun (bang, ta-ta-ta-ta)
All the homies with R and AK, if I die, I’ll come back and pull your leg
I’m carrying the trap in Venezuela, I showed them what it’s all about (yeah)
They think they’re tough, put the Glock in their face and they shit themselves (hahaha, bitch)
Your girl’s a whore and opened her legs when she saw the bag with the stacks
I have the vision like a medium
And I don’t roll with rats or frogs (no)
If you’re with me, you’re with me, if you’re against me, don’t play it safe
I deal with envy and snitches
Making money like crazy, and it’s no game (bang)
For all the enemies, there’s fire
They just talk big because they live in fear (uh-uh, Shorty)

I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (after smoking)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (wants to act tough)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on
I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (a YZ)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (bang)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on

I carry the piece in the Gucci backpack
Living like a thug, like a trapstar (bang)
I feel like the king in a gangsta zone, controlling the music, the hustle
I’m the face of the hood and the trap, where the bullets rain and don’t stop (ay)
And these fools need the light to shine and they know I’m the source
They hit me up on the 'gram and when they see me, I think their voice gets stuck (uh-huh)
You better watch your mouth or I’ll smack you so hard you’ll lose your flakes (ouch)
I see them moving slow in the hustle
I’m moving fast, I’m like a NASCAR (bang!)
You’re not better than me even if you use my genes and are born with my DNA (po, po, po, po)

I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (after smoking)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (wants to act tough)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on
I bought a YZ to roll out after smoking (a YZ)
And I keep the strap in my bag for any punk who wants to act tough (bang)
A girl who got her tits done and I'm about to break them in
She lights up the blunt while we head to the penthouse to get it on