(Oh shit) Esto es basto, no basta No hay pasta sin pasto No hay pastel sin plato Al trasto los tratos Velociraptor, veloz y apto Salgo en tu póster Y en tu postal, apóstol impostor El peta, lo peto, es un pétalo Potas el paté 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 Un manta sin mantra del montón ¿Cuántas veces más tengo que explicar la razón por la que canto? Te encanta ¿Dónde estás tú? Tengo el status Pincho como cactus Reviento como baldur Tu tan preocupao' porque nunca en tu vida Vas a conseguir la movida para que produzcan un album Chino 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 Y esto puro flow Para partirlo en dos Si le gusto a tu novia Será por esta canción One, two, three, to the four, feds Outside my motherfucker door, coming for my shit Like, I'm in bed with the mafia with an italian Baby name Tania, repping Britannia Been on this shit since the O2 Powering up like I'm Goku Hit you with the kame-kame, come here little bitch Lowkey been on the map since forever I am a receiver, never been a giver Are these cold bars spreading out fever Evil like knievel, flying like a fucking eagle Trying to tell all of these motherfuckers that I'm coming next I'm the best, and I'm pulling up again And now I'm winning, everybody feeling what I'm spitting Everybody want to know, who's runnin' the show If I'm feeling cocky call me Mr. Motherfucking Roe If I'm feeling cocky call me mr. Motherfucking Roe, yo Driving in my Panamera, with my panas driving through the fauna Ratatata-ta-ta-ta-ta Driving in my Panamera, with my panas driving through the fauna I don't want a quarter pounder Flying to Brussels for that big boy burger, flying to lux for that big boy chicken Motherfucking finger licking, baby, why you flibbing? Baby, why you looking? Baby, what you feeling? Chicken nugget looking ass bitch, yeah You fat shut the fuck up Stu-tu-tutering looking ass bitch, yo Nah, I ain't harsh, I am just truthful I just spit bars and I want Gucci I want fast cars just like in movies Whisky and ice to pick up the spice Money and wives, nobody's advice Nobody's advice, yo Brudda, I'm the best, you don't Want to test, never get starring Got a fat stash, just like man Stalin All of them went to Harvard, yeah But all of them work for me Driving in a black Benz Walking around like bad men Always with the Mandem Always with the Mandem Bruv, ya, always with the Mandem Yo, yo, check out for the Mandem, yo 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