SHERATON (part. Aqua VS, Il Nene De Oro, Keed Baby, La M y Sugaarrbbaby)

Yo
Meet this dude: The Trigger
Saito, you crushed it

Gua-Gua-Guarra, I'm at the Sheraton, shining like Akhenaten
Kai Cenat, Mafiathon, running the streets, crime marathon
Guarra, I gave you a bruise
Guarra, burning that green
No bail, bad upbringing
'Chill out, it won't give you, it won't reach you
You never get tired of me eating you out' (grr)

At the Sheraton and before at the spot
In your bitch, I don't respect even the dead or the casket
My Glock's out, we give you a few shots, 40's the tundra, brr
Ah, 25,000 on the roulette
Always hitting that bitch, she knows I got the game
To the fools on the ketamine trip, stay still
The 19X, a quick shot, brr, Nene tightens it, grr
Young slime, nigga (pew, what?)

At the Sheraton with a bunch of metal
My nails shine, the guys are watching me
She wants me to be hers and calls me her man
That bitch always trying to mess with me
They look at me bad for being flashy and also good
I don't understand anything, I'm just a baby (baby)
To be like me, skinny, you got a long way to go (a long way)
You lack the bags and you lack the dead guy

Ah, ah, ah

Money, money like Quan and your jewelry's from ExpressAli
I gave it to her in four while smoking, squirty made that Kuromi
We smoked in the hotel and an alarm went off like the cops
We're anti-cops, we're from the hood, I ain't Robin
Chains, we like chains, bitch, I liked your hips
I ain't with Kreamly but what I sing is fire (ey, ey, yeah, ey, ey, ey)
Ey, all my brothers ask me if I hit that bitch
'Cause they know that first before all, they come to me (ey, ey, ey, ey)
That bitch moans so much, I even made a listening
I left her cheeks purple like my lean cup, ey
Bitch, don't talk about me, I got all the glocks with chips
Those losers walk back like they're dancing to Billie Jean, ey
We bring surprises to Troy, hide the Glock in the Goyard
They suck me like a cognac
I go out armed with paranoia

Grr, ah
La M, ah
A hi–, grr

A son of a bitch, I always do what I want
I feel like a boss, spend a thousand on jeans
My little brother who passed blesses me from heaven
The weed with a bun and I'm the barber
A-A-High caliber gun, this looks like a guerrilla
Your-Your-Your bitch and I playing tag today
They sing like Romeo if they sit in the chair
Watch out, my nigga, we got you in our sights
We pulled out a trap stick, chilling at the Sheraton
I got my little brother Fer, he slapped someone
So much hanging with bosses, now I became a boss
And we got stacks of cash, now I roll in a G Wagon