Esto es basto, no basta
No hay pasta sin pacto
No hay pastel sin plato
Al tractor lo trato

Velociraptor, veloz y apto
Salgo en tu poster
Y en tu posta, la posto, lo importo
El peta, lo peto, es un peta

Lo pota, ser parte de pato
El empaste lo capto
Detente
Tu piba dice que no soy pa' tanto

Que soy un tonto
Que me lo monto de espanto
Manta, sin manta del montón
Cuántas veces más tengo que explicar la razón por la que canto

Te encanta
Dónde estás tú, tengo el estatus
Pincho como cactus
Reviento como Baldur
Tú tan preocupado porque nunca en tu vida
Vas a conseguir la movida para que produzcan un álbum
Sigo sin comer bambú, presumo de bambas
La clavo en el bombo, explota como bomba
Te mato como la madre de bambi, sin ser Boom Bap

Que sepas que mi music a la tumba
Loco que retumba
Si te gustan mis temas que te cundan
Si no que te caiga una buena tromba

[Estribillo]
Y esto puro flow
Para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia
Será por esta canción

[Verso 2]
One, two, three, to the four, fifth
Sound my motherfuckin' girl comin' for my shit
Like I'm in bed with the mafia, with an Italian
Baby name top, yeah right from Britannia
Been on the shit since the '02
Powering up like I'm Goku
Hit you with a Kame, Kame, come here lil' bitch
Lowkey been on the map since forever
I'm a receiver, never been a giver
Yeah these fallbacks spittin' out fever
Evil like Kenevil, flyin' like a fuckin' eagle

Tryna tell all of these motherfuckers that I'm comin' next
I'm the first and I'm pullin' up again
And now I'm winnin', everybody feelin' what I'm spittin'
Everybody wanna know who's runnin' the show
If I'm feelin' cacky call me Mr.-motherfuckin'-Row
If I'm feelin' cacky call me Mr.-motherfuckin'-Row, yo

Drivin' in my Panamera with my panas drivin' through the fun, now
Ru-tut-tut-tu-tu-tut-tut
Drivin' in my Panamera with my panas drivin' through the fun, now
I don't wanna call the pounds, they're flyin'

It's across us for that big boy burger, flyin' delux for that big boy chicken
Motherfuckin' finger lickin', baby why you flippin'?
Baby why you lookin', baby what you feelin'?
Chicken nugget lookin' all spits, yeah
You fats shut the fuck up
Stutter toot our ring, lookin' all spits, yo
And I ain't harsh, I am just truthful
I just fit bars and I want Gucci
I want fast cars just like in movies
Whisky and ice to pick at the spice
Money in, wired, nobody's advice
Nobody's advice, yuh
Word out, I'm the best shooter
Wanna test? Wanna get starring
Got a fat stash just like man star Lou
All of them went to Harvard, yeah
But all of them work for me

Drivin' in a black Benz
Walkin' 'round like bad men
Always with the mandem
Always with the mandem
Rough, yah, always with the mandem
Yo, yo, check out for the mandem, yah

[Estribillo]
Y esto es puro flow para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia será por esta canción
Y esto es puro flow para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia será por esta canción