Amid the hookah smoke and cannabis
I get high, now I want a snack
Everyone’s drunk, they want to give me the keys
And I’m so high, there’s no room for more
In the system, girl, don’t be afraid
I don’t bite, but if you show up
Got my shades on so they can’t read me
Bet there’s a fight tonight
(Boom!; Bang!)
Say “no” to drugs
Just give them to me
I want you, girl
And I know you’re into me
After I light a blunt, a joint
This sticks like “Don Dale”
I don’t just want a million, I want more
This is for the club and the ‘hood
After I light a blunt, a joint
This sticks like “Don Dale”
I don’t just want a million, I want more
This is for the club and the ‘hood
J-O-N, bring me a “Z”
Let it be ZaZa, to slow me down
I’m killing beats like Fentanyl
Girls ask me for autographs, I sign their chests
I’m Puerto Rican, just like “puñeta”
I’m real, I don’t wear masks
Not like these dudes who fake it in their songs
I’m one of the few real ones, got styles to spare
Nike on my pedals, no one can stop me
No one can compare, we’re abnormal
Tito Puente on the timbales
After I light a blunt, a joint
This sticks like “Don Dale”
I don’t just want a million, I want more
This is for the club and the ‘hood
After I light a blunt, a joint
This sticks like “Don Dale”
I don’t just want a million, I want more
This is for the club and the ‘hood
A Versace snack, a shroom snack
Girl, I’m going deep, I want to reach your depths
She tells me: “You’re crazy, I’ll hide”
And I’ll break it, but without a condom
Playing games at home with control
The cross on my forehead, also El Dominio
The yellow Percs look like Minions
And money to buy myself another kidney
And another lung, but I don’t need a heart
The one I have is green like a Cherry Blunt
Don’t change my brain, it’s always right
And the style Goya gave it seasoning
I bring the shorty to the club, fronting like Fico
I’m a pussy monster ’cause I only eat the best
And cameltoe, that’s my favorite
With me, she gets sensitive like a clit
(Boom!; Bang!)
Say “no” to drugs
Just give them to me
I want you, girl
And I know you’re into me
Jon Z, man
Almighty
Crazy, humble, and real, baby
We’re back, guys
It’s messed up now
Duran The Coach
Torres On The Beat