So High (feat. Ñengo Flow)

Ah
Nigga, I'm so high
G4
Omy
Indica, Ecua

My nigga, I'm so high
Set me up the project, open the mic
I'm gonna send fire, let's see what's up
The delivery in person, these bastards' supply
Yes, yes, I'm your dad, one call and you fall

Don't shoot at me, I'm off
In money, my love, I'm not in love
This time I brought Jordan down in the playoffs
Are you sure you want to war with us?
These are not P80, no matter the caliber, here they're all Glock

Don't make a fuss
Or we'll leave the movie without a character
They're crying for me to lower it, they say I'm a savage
Raised as a child in banditry
Where many snore and then end up taking a trip

Fly, fly to the USA
Light another one for the muse
You're gonna die, bastard, if you cross the line
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They're barking and I don't hear them
We'll hit you with a chant if I call the fake one

My nigga, I'm so high
Set me up the project, open the mic
I'm gonna send fire, let's see what's up
The delivery in person, these bastards' supply
Yes, yes, I'm your dad, one call and you fall

Straight from the G4
The MP5s outside the RAV4
You're gonna be at zero on the score
After we kill you, your bloody photo for the Billboards
I drink, light up Aquile, so your teeth fall to the floor

Open the door
The two motherfuckers have arrived
Here, it's executed in cold blood
What are you boasting about?
If you've seen how it's done
The mics inside and the bullets alone crucify you

Your mouth will be taped
I'll tie your hands with wire
A shot in the head that won't even make you hungry
Don't put on your skates if war breaks out
Malice surrounds and we'll lay you down under the ground

The true samurai alongside Omy de Oro
The old ladies clean the blood puddles with sand and bleach
The musical mafia from Puertorro
Your envy and hypocrisy, I'll erase it with a clean shot

And that's a fact
Ha-ha, you know it
Real G4 Life, baby
Omy
Omy de Oro
Tell me, Young Boss
Koala
The stove is still on
Brewing coffee

We keep on reigning
They claim to be bandits, but end up chickening out
Living hidden, they know we're hunting
Bastards, I'm lit, the street is giving it to me
I'll soon swap the Honda for a Lambo

Fly, fly to the USA
Light another one for the muse
Yes, I'm your dad, one call and you fall
You're gonna die, bastard, if you cross the line
Yeah-yeah-yeah