Every day is wake and bake (brake)
With the Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover (bitch)
Louis V (Rick Owens, ah)
We give a band to the fakes
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take out for a walk those from the bunker with my hunters
Go ahead, snore

You're scared, John Wick and his dogs are looking for you
I found out that the tour you announced is not filling up
My bank is overweight, shutting mouths I'm James Harden
Hopefully in the heat my people never lack
When I catch you, you're going to be recorded
Open season for the deer
The girls love how Rauw dances
Loyal to the slap I have aimed at you
Keep writing to others so you can make money
Nothing borrowed, everything here is paid for
I say it and I also do it (bitch)

The babies say that I am the pressure
They all want to fuck in my room
Light up Phillie's because today I killed them
These balls-less bastards have me
I did what I had to do
To the loudmouth we let it fall

Every day is wake and bake (brake)
With the Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover (bitch)
Louis V, Rick Owens (ah)
We give a band to the fakes (fake)
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take out for a walk those from the bunker with my hunters
Go ahead, snore

Man of the year, call GQ to portray me
You don't hit, you're a bat carrier
Not even using cork you get it out of the park
He can't do it alone, someone carry him
A psychiatrist for him to unload, ey
We have you in the target
The sharks got out of the tank
The one who writes the most explain the pond
One hundred and five sold out in six months
Baby, let's do it before the show starts (uh-wuh)
The more they suck it, the more it grows (ih-ih)
You would drown even if you were fish (yah)

You saw me and you took out a white flag (Ra-Rauw)
When I play you don't get off the bench (trili)
You don't win even with cheating
All RD knows that I am the pump
Rolling Stones, top three lung
In the RIAA a ribbon, I don't see you in my zone
If you're the toughest, then (feka)
Why don't you say who wrote you
The verse of "911"? (It was Mora)
Me and my baby are like JAY-Z and Beyoncé (ey)
Where we sing
Nobody knows you (haha) (oh, bless)
Legal with the carry
But for the mission one without papers
All Twitter was talking
About the shit show you have (charro)
Aphrodisiac, VICE VERSA still on the charts
Your album was used as a frisbee, nobody has listened to it again

The babies say that I am the pressure (I am)
They all want to fuck in my room (uh-wuh)
Light up Phillie's because today I killed them (I killed them)
These balls-less bastards have me
I did what I had to do
To the loudmouth we let it fall

Every day is wake and bake (brake)
With the Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover (bitch)
Louis V, Rick Owens (ah)
We give a band to the fakes (fake)
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take out for a walk those from the bunker with my hunters
Go ahead, snore (dummy)

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