Bassyy
Ey, yeah-yeah
It’s El Ousi with El Flavor
Ey, yeah-yeah
Whenever we go out, it’s a crazy drip
Diamonds on the body that glow in the dark
Guns for the opps, half a million and the girls
At the parties, we have your girls in the front row (Front row)
Whenever we go out, it’s a crazy drip
Diamonds on the body that glow in the dark
Guns for the opps, half a million and the girls
At the parties, we have your girls in the front row
At home, I have more panties than a Rauwlee concert
Designer gear like it’s an outlet
Welcome to the penthouse (To the penthouse), this isn’t a chalet (Not a chalet)
My crew’s blowing it up, get ready for the show
I haven’t even taken off my Shells (Not the Shells), washing cash and it’s not Vel
We set up the kiosk in the middle like it’s the Birds
We’re in the middle of summer with the Moncler jackets
Look for a 50 Cent when you want to come see me
We ride in a Bugatti in Miami, we’re not Bad Bunny or Anuel
We don’t take off the piece, like Darell’s cap
When we arrive, all the butts start to move
Balenciagas in patent leather, double C Chanel outfit
I’m the ghost of the trucks and the guns (Wuh; uh-huh)
I’m coming out of Carola like Coscu from Palma (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
The Ousi tattoos on the chest and on the butt
We’ll ring you up, bro, take it easy
We arrive and oh shit, what a vibe, oh shit
She wants to make love in the club like USHER
Cars are armored, we get out of the rides
Armored cars, we get out of the—
We arrive and oh shit, what a vibe, oh shit
She wants to make love in the club like USHER
Cars are armored, we get out of the rides
Watch out for the sneakers, don’t let them touch us, ey
Whenever we go out, it’s a crazy drip
Diamonds on the body that glow in the dark (Dei V)
Guns for the opps, half a million and the girls (Under Water)
At the parties, we have your girls in the front row
Whenever I go out, they come for the Flavor and back off
They don’t notice us, that’s why they can’t catch on
Stop talking about the streets, I’ve never seen you on the grind
And don’t believe it, give in to the leg you limp on
They didn’t believe, I made them believe (Woh-woh)
And the girls listen to me, shaking their butts (Yeah)
The ones who didn’t want me are now fighting over me
The ones who were disgusted by me are now drooling over me
I hit it and don’t love them (No)
After I’m done, I don’t ask for anything back (No)
I live like a rich man, work like a slave
A kilo of powder, bro, or else I don’t record
Ey, we’ve got all the mami’s going crazy
Flashing their butts, the breasts at all my parties
I’m not dripping, I’m making a tsunami
Making money with balls from the music and the weed
We arrive and oh shit, what a vibe, oh shit
The shorty in love with the Flavor, tattooed my name
I went out and the movie went broke like Blockbuster
To the haters: “Suck my dick, motherfucker”
Whenever we go out, it’s a crazy drip (Oh)
Diamonds on the body that glow in the dark (Oh-oh-oh)
Guns for the opps, half a melon and the girls
At the parties, we have your girls in the front row, ey
Whenever we go out, it’s a crazy drip (What?)
Diamonds on the body that glow in the dark (Ey, ey)
Guns for the opps, half a million and the girls (Under Water)
At the parties, we have your girls in the front row
Hey, tell me, Ousi
Ey, yo, it’s Ousi
Tell these people we’re like Arcángel and De La Ghetto in 2005
You already know, applying all the flavor while they’re flopping, bro
Yeah
You understand me?
Uh-huh
Under Water
Hey, tell me, K.A.R. Beats
The new wave, baby, the hardest
The Bassyy
The ones who make them move their booties
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Tell me, Melou-D, yeah
Woh-oh
Yeah, The Flavorz