Robert De Niro

Sjoy on the beat
The girls want my DNA (For real)
Everyone wants a piece of me
In a big BMW
I get my fingers in, she comes all on her own (ha, ha, ha)
Gas, gas, gas, gas
Little dude
The kid from Pedre, gas

Verse
Girl, what a damn fine ass, yeah
Chill out, babe
She gives me head like I got a GRAMMY
Doesn't trust anyone since she got paid in Miami
I drop the cash like Rock so you give me the Daddy (gas, gas, gas)
She let loose, she went for it and I– (ah)
Get it all in there, don’t spit it out
If I throw cash, it’s 'cause I see you’re a freak
From side to side, the fruit punches
All these girls want to blow and play
She’s got that little thing like Bimbo bread
All these bags make me look even better
Moaning in English and taking Duolingo classes
That’s why no condom, yeah, raw (raw)
With my pockets bulging, I keep it smooth
My girls are all models, my crew in the Model
Who’s the toughest? Bend down and find out
My love, it’s a wild ride (a real one, right?)
With so many girls, I’m pulling the playground freak
I ate a freak while listening to a screech
And don’t be nosy, bro, it looks real ugly
A lot of smoke, I don’t drink anymore, I’m the CEO of that ass
I sent her to get work done, she comes giving me the finger
She’s a monster, I like her photos
Tell me lies, yeah, babe, I believe you
Hey, Khalifa with Buchanans, the rocks
Jota always says the bigger the ass, the crazier they are
They don’t get in the Ph unless they give it up and don’t blow
'Cause like Randy, if they blow, it raises their score
Sh, shut up, man, little dude (ha, ha, ha)
Hey, I’m not into you anymore (no babe, for real)
I like your friend more (yeah, yeah, yeah)
More cinematic than FOX (taped up)
I look like Robert De Niro, bro

Outro
Hey, the kid from Pedre, gas
Straight from the wizard's booth
Making magic with Sjoy, hey
How many died with this one? Little dudes
Prr, prr
Tell me Jota, tell me Guelo