Every day is wake and bake
With Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover
We ditch the fake
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters
You're scared sh*tless, John Wick with his dogs is looking for you
I found out that the tour that you announced you're not selling out
My bank is overweight, shutting mouths I'm James Harden
I hope that in the heat my people never fail
When I catch you you're getting filmed
The girls love how Rauw dances
Loyal to the slap that I have lined up for you
Keep writing for others so that you make cash
Nothing borrowed, everything's paid here
I say it and I also do it
The babes say that I really am the pressure
They all want to f*ck in my room
Light the Phillies because today I killed them
These bastards, I don't give a f*ck about them
I did what I had to do
We let it drop on the loudmouth
Every day is wake and bake
With Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover
We ditch the fake
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters
Man of the year, call GQ so that they shoot me
You don't swing, you're a bat boy
Not even using cork do you knock it out of the park
He can't do it alone, someone carry him
A psychiatrist so that he unloads
We have you in the target
The sharks got out of the tank
The one who writes the most should explain the pond
One hundred five sold-outs in six months
Babe, let's do it before the show starts
The more they suck it, the more it grows
You would drown even though you're fish
You saw me and raised a white flag
When I play you don't get off the bench
You don't win even with cheating
All DR knows that I'm the pámpa
Rolling Stones, top three with just lungs
In the RIAA a ribbon, I don't see you in my zone
If you're the toughest, then
Why don't you say who wrote you
My babe and I are like JAY-Z and Beyoncé
But for the mission one without papers
All Twitter was talking
About the sh*t show that you have
Afrodisíaco, VICE VERSA are still on the charts
They used your record as a frisbee, nobody has listened to it again
The babes say that I really am the pressure
They all want to f*ck in my room
Light the Phillies because today I killed them
These bastards, I don't give a f*ck about them
I did what I had to do
We let it drop on the loudmouth
Every day is wake and bake
With Vans and the skateboard
Yesterday another Vogue cover
We ditch the fake
Boti, you're a Corn Flake
We take the ones from the bunker out with my hunters