LYRICS GAME

Austin, baby

La Marash

I

I'm going

Did you see, Gonzalo, that it finally happened for us?

And you let me know when you're ready

That to travel the world with the rap that I have

I don't need a visa

I spark a Portobello when I get off the plane

As soon as the pilot lands

We arrive in Italy and with our presence

We straighten the Tower of Pisa, yeah

Active in music, also in the street

My reputation doesn't get stained

Like a mountaineer, I enjoy the view

Without fear of any avalanche

The Komodo dragon that came out of the mud

Now walks in through the wide door

This legendary flow has no adversary

Like Maradona on the field

I killed them and they want me to tone it down

I go through customs without checking the luggage

B*stard, I come from the hood, my journey was tough

Now I have tours where they don't understand my language

I kept killing them and they asked me to tone it down again

I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month

C'est la vie, I went to Paris

And I learned to speak French

These trappers are my kids

I was part of their childho-o-od

They want to see me fail

They've been trying for years

But that's not going to happen

I linked up with Biza, Biza

Combination of Dybala with Leo

I split the competition

And like Dibu, I slide the trophy by my d*ck, prra

Three point something million in jewelry

You don't need to understand me

In my worst depression I don't take pressure

I heal by buying the store

I'm on an incredible high

Don't call me, because my schedule is already full

Hey, Biza, light this sh*t up

H-hi, I arrived

I came down wearing some Bottega Veneta boots

I asked him, 'What's up with the pilot

That hasn't landed since I took off?'

I waited for my time, I didn't despair

I rested a couple of years, came back and blew up

Killing them like Shakira did Piqué

I don't play soccer, but I Pelé'd them

I know that it hurts them, it hurts

To se-see me up here, I know it hurts them

I leveled up

And now I have properties

That I walk into and they look like hotels

A gigantic garden of purple buds

My own weed, how good it smells

I've been living on tour for a long time

Playing on the radio and appearing on TV

I killed them and they want me to tone it down

I go through customs without checking the luggage

B*stard, I come from the hood, my journey was tough

Now I have tours where they don't understand my language

I kept killing them and they asked me to tone it down again

I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month

C'est la vie, I went to Paris

And I learned to speak French

These trappers are my kids

I was part of their childho-o-od

Take that, bro, this was done in one take

I am harder than the shields

Of the gladiators in Rome

Matte black Escalade

Red Ferrari and two Tacomas

My .9 that I named 'Bizarrap'

I let it loose and they all end up in a coma

Did you readjust the volume and the bass

When I told you the first time?

I told you so

From Puerto Rico to Argentina

This got nasty again, yeah