21 GRAMOS (part. Lucho SSJ y Lil Troca)

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Wow, awesome

We’re dribbling like Balotelli, infrared's the heat, infrared's the kicks
You shake hands and think you’re my brother, I don’t know you, you ain't my homie
I got five cars parked in a row, my life looks like a movie scene
We’re like Jordan in the NBA or Carlos Alcaraz on the tennis court
Check my flow and my drip, the bars are forties with a clip
The girls are all dressed up, lookin' fresh like a new gun with a chip
I’m rollin' with ZaZa and hash, hustling a money machine
I take the hottest girl to the spot, I’m flexing like I’m the man
And if we gotta run for the cash, my bro’s faster than Dembélé
I’m rolling up some good stuff, this ZaZa kicks better than Pelé
The girls who used to ignore me now gotta see me on TV
We’re dripping like it’s raining, and my neck’s got that ice

Rolling 21 grams, my hands can’t keep up
You ask me what I’d do if you touched my brother
I grew up cold-blooded, seeing betrayal by my side
Your Rolex doesn’t impress me, for my people, I ride
I stash the cash in my pocket again and light a blunt, leaning back
I don’t brag about addictions, 'cause in my hood, people wanna die
We learned the codes as kids, this is about earning respect
When they talk about us, they know they’re earning their ticket to heaven
Watch out, the drip will soak you, hustling, I got kids, I’m a dad
A hot Spanish girl, she’s fine, I got girls all over the map
Cruising in five stars, here in my robe, the gold sticks to my skin
We’re about to buy the ride, we grew up under a metal roof

Oh
Sixto Yegros, baby
Lucho SSJ, Lil Troca, Pierre

I put it in drive and backed it up like a gun
I flipped the switch, gave her a little work
Now where they at? 'Cause we’re in the elite trap
So if your shit ain’t street, don’t expect me to identify
With the girls, I’m on that Curry flow, I always hit the three
They’re all elite, want me to rise and never leave
And I step outside to hustle these bills, to make the money double
If you got the goods, with cash in hand, I close the deal
Still in the hood, stuffing this cash in a bag
With all my crew, dirty money, I’m fueled by leisure
I married the street as a kid, I never asked for a divorce

Watch out, the drip will soak you, hustling, I got kids, I’m a dad
A hot Spanish girl, she’s fine, I got girls all over the map
Cruising in five stars, here in my robe, the gold sticks to my skin
We’re about to buy the ride, we grew up under a metal roof