La Garrafa (part. Ryan Castro)

SOG, drop the beat now
I’m about to say some things to these fools
Holy Mary, the Sacred Face, SOG
What a trip
Let’s go!

They think they’re tough guys with their bikes and shades
They roll in like twenty just to buy a jug
They got all the hype, but I don’t believe a thing
At night in bed, they’re just full of hot air
I got money and I’m living easy
I stay in the hood and I got land in the neighborhood (how nice is that?)
I drive a nice car, the latest model, and to not show off, I keep it parked (just parked)

Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds (come on, man)
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I got a lot of cash, twenty grand in sausage (how much?)

I studied at Diego and I’m from Pedregal
I grew up with all the cool kids from Grate and Florencia (good times)
Those cock-blockers, I can’t stand them
You give them a kiss, but they never return the favor
I called up an older woman, I like the older ones (that’s right)
I like all the widows, single and married
They don’t leave me hanging, they don’t leave me hanging
She’s a good talker and even drinks with my crew (let’s go, let’s go!)

Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I got a lot of cash, twenty grand in sausage

Holy Mary, SOG
You know what, with all this money I’m making
Don’t call me Ryan Castro anymore
Just call me Ricardo
And my nickname is Richy
(Kapital Music)