no soy 2.0 English Translation Lyrics by SLAYTER
The street belongs to you, but the babes will always be ours
You walk around with borrowed bling, just posing for photos
And we’re on tour with a packed booking schedule
While you’re flexing on your stories
The day you mention me, I swear we’ll put a stop to it
We’re out here in the streets, and your babes are with us
They’re asking for Jay Wheeler
This is for the singers and the drug dealers
This is for the singers and the drug dealers, yeah, ha
We’ve got money in heaps, and I’m laid back waiting for them to make a move
Girl, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
I’ve got the goods they’re asking for (Hey, Slay)
Shots repeat (Pow)
I make these little punks melt down (Yeah; you know I’ve got the power, baby)
If I catch them, it’s a shot from the Smith & (Three Letters, The L, what?)
I move like a drug dealer, I don’t mess with the feds (The authorities)
I never cut the kilos, baby, I’m not Jhay (What’s up, Jhayco)
Stay in your lane, Tory Lanez (Listen up, fool)
‘Cause I roll with a new 300 that Slay lent me (Brr)
I pull it, and the chain follows behind (What?)
Anyone who wants to test me, just touch me (Come on, touch me, fool)
And we’ll drill the block with bullets (Brr)
I’m pitching in moon mode (Haha)
Millionaire, my kid’s been rich since the cradle (You know I’m loaded, fool)
My verses are a breakout, and there’s no vaccine (You know, Three Letters)
I’ve already gone global, no need since I learned to trap (Why bother?)
I write what I live daily to rap (They know)
You’re just a facade, fool, we’re gonna tear you down (Yeah, haha)
Underwater like El Flavor (What’s up, Dei V), we’re coming to dive on you (What?)
Don’t try to throw hands (No), no one’s boxing here (Hey, I’m comfortable, fool)
You’re like a pound of double (Haha), I’ll have to spray you down (What?)
I don’t want new friends, I’m antisocial (Oh, baby)
A wild one like Ousi, hitting it socially, haha (Yeah, what?)
I know the ugly ones are looking for me
And the opposites don’t show themselves
They’re internet tough guys
If I hit them with the full, three drop at once
I’ve got a stick under the Moncler
I’m a holy devil in Cartier
Free all my guys behind the wall
Addicted to Percs with a 9/10
I don’t want any deals
I roll with the devils with the dreadlocks
19X blows your brain out
There’s a little rapper talking big, I’m dying to see him
He says he’s a devil, but I haven’t seen him in hell
Baby, I’m not Lunay, I don’t care what your mom thinks
A cup of foam with two lines in the Sprite
Spent five hundred bucks to take you out in a Hyundai (Rra!)
The sucker died for talking big on a live
A wild one, but I’m not Ousi
I’ve got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story got me horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me
A wild one, but I’m not Ousi
I’ve got a girl, let’s keep it lowkey
Your Instagram story got me horny
Whenever you’re ready, you should call me
Girl, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
I’ve got the goods they’re asking for
Shots repeat (Pow)
I make these little punks melt down
If I catch them, it’s a shot from the Smith &
Girl, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
I’ve got the goods they’re asking for
Shots repeat
I make these little punks melt down (Yeah)
If I catch them, it’s a shot from the Smith & (The King of Speed)
The ugly ones are looking for me, the case went up in appeal (Went up in appeal)
In this life, there’s no chest that’s bulletproof (You see?)
The best captain, the shooter is my buddy
Now there’s a bit of everything, before I had nothing
Aren’t they so tough? They crap themselves if I fake them out (Look, fool)
They carry swords, but from fairy tales (Haha)
Hustle for yourself, don’t wait for someone else to do it (Go get yours)
The babes are yours, but I give them the “zun da da” (Zun da da)
Three hundred Spartans, we’re many
Don’t cry to your girls, ’cause I’m the one who listens to them at night (You hear me?)
I don’t trust much, I don’t close my eyes even when I shower (It’s a scream)
They’re barking, and up here, I don’t hear them (I don’t hear them)
Tell me, I pull out the escape route, warrior in the fourth bat
This stick was a sure thing; if you invested, you won big (Uh-huh)
Fool, did you mix the bullets or get caught up in the twist? (No, no)
I’m not Jay Wheeler, baby, I’m Glizzy Gvngster
What?
Three Letters, The L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
What’s up, Slayter
What’s up, Yecko, on the controls
Hey, we’re the supernaturals, baby
The King of Speed
What’s up, Slay
What’s up, Jay Wheeler
Baby, I’m not Jay Wheeler
Here we’re singers and drug dealers
Haha, yeah