FUMO COMO RASTA (part. JC Reyes y ITHAN NY)

Blopa

I smoke, I smoke, I smoke like a rasta, ah
Like in the life of a gangster, yeah
I ran from the cops with the Infrared
And I'm gonna fuck you, don’t take off the Breds, ah
We roll in the cursed rides
Counting millions with ITHAN (with ITHAN)
I’ll hit you like the Smith And
They jump on top and don’t back down (yeah, yeah)

I smoke, smoke, but my chest doesn’t tire
Drugs on the scale, shots to the gut, yeah (yeah)
We sing about the things we did yesterday
They investigate, but they can’t catch me
A hot mama passes me the 9 (passes)
And she knows how to move
The one with the 30 is ready, what I got, it surpasses
They want me locked up 'cause I’m a threat, yeah
The drugs and the packs, guns and vests, looks like the life of El Chapo
Counting millions by the sack, cash, I want it all in stacks
They pull off missions, kilos of powder
If it shines, come, I’ll dull it
If you’re a badass and you got it, you’ll kill me or I’ll pull it right there (pull it)
I smoke, I smoke, I smoke like a rasta, ah
In life, I run like a gangster, yeah (yeah)
I flee from the cops in an AMG
I’m gonna fuck you so you don’t take off the Breds
We roll in the cursed rides
Piero, JC, and ITHAN
I’ll hit you like the Smith And (brr)
They jump on top and don’t back down (New York flow, ey)

Mami, you look so fine with the Breds
Keep them on so I can hit it again (haha)
I sold my blicky, rescued an AK, it was like Call of Duty (brr, brr)
You know how it goes, I’m gonna armor the Tahoe (ey)
That’s gonna be a tank (ha)
You’re not a criminal, my tank
Mickey’s tits, the implants (brr, brr)
I walk with the real gangster codes (ey)
I smoke like the rastas from Shottas
That pretty face of yours gets me high, bae (haha)
I know you’re bad with that big ass
And you want punishment, but in the high (ey)
You like that we roll in the cursed rides (skrrt)
When we see you, your heart races (haha)
The excess of ki never leaves us (no)
The excess of ki never leaves us (ey, ha)

I smoke, I smoke, I smoke like a rasta, ah
Like in the life of a gangster, yeah
I ran from the cops with the Infrared
And I'm gonna fuck you, don’t take off the Breds, ah
We roll in the cursed rides
Piero, JC, and ITHAN
I’ll hit you like the Smith And
They jump on top and don’t back down (ah)

I strapped the 19 with the Gucci belt (krr)
I like the dirty bitches like Anabelle (paw)
These fools want to measure up but aren’t on my level
We sound from Chile to Europe, don’t compare me to him (forty-seven gang)
We’re on fire, like I dreamed (ah)
They can’t front on me, I taught them
Don’t make me smash your face (krr)
We control the blocks with JC Reyes (paw, paw, paw, paw), yeah
I’ve lost focus, but not faith (fuck)
I’m gonna be a millionaire, I already declared it (ah)
What I lived on the street, I sang in the studio
That’s why I kill the beat and I stole the movie
The enemies are in crisis, they don’t know about progress
And I bought another house after getting out of jail
Another with a pool and controlled access
Fame is a bitch, that’s why I don’t kiss her

I smoke, I smoke, I smoke like a rasta, ah
In life, I run like a gangster, yeah
I flee from the cops in an AMG
I’m gonna fuck you so you don’t take off the Breds
We roll in the cursed rides
Piero, JC, and ITHAN
I’ll hit you like the Smith And
They jump on top and don’t back down

Forty-Seven gang
The Green Lanterns
Pudahuel
The Little Birds, Villa Francia
The same money
New York flow, ey
Yakuza Mafia