BENTLEY

(What?) What? What? Yeah What? What (WHAT?) What? Yeah What? What? What? What? From the West, yo Lookin' fresh, yo Drippin' off the Tesla We the best, yeah And yeah you know, Javi Irving with the mask off Give a f*ck, 'cause you know, I take off Like the Takeoff So let me take off Countdown to 10 to the 1 Yeah, you know, I do it for the fun Yeah, you know, I get it on the front Yeah, you know, I get it by the ton Who you fuckin' with? Yeah, you know, who it be Triple Cee 'Cause you know, who I be T-R-I-P-L-E C Double E Take it from the bottom to the top And you know, how I do Ballin' till the mother fucking fall Yeah, you know I go hard Like my brother behind the walls from the 29 and 17 We had a penitentiary Boy, this life was meant for me Since elementary Got my boy, Ignite, you see And my boy, Track-Rally 'Bout to f*ck this shit up, word Roll another blunt on the roll tray And yeah you know, I'm bossy Yeah, you know, I'm bossy Don't even wanna f*ck with me 'Cause you know 'Cause you know I'M BOSSY Homie, you know you love me When I come down to your mother fucking town Love that sound yeah, and f*ck around when I come Mataderos be hot That's where I'm from Faster than the bullet in the gat goes my mind, yeah It's a famous tremendously Bentley the one that I drive (SKRRRR) Yeah, the beat is so cold And I switch all your zone F*ck your time, gotta drive See you at the speed line 'Cause I'll beat you again My rap is on diss And I got my Rayz on, mother fucker! Got my shit done, motherfucker! Aww, cut it for real Getting the dough in Des Moines Getting the flow in my zone So many fake AutoTune rappers out there Where's the real art? Where should I start? I'm wondering how many fuckers tried to write a track like this And I'm no professional shit, nah I don't f*ck with these hoes, dawg (I don't f*ck with these hoes, dawg!) Son todos iguales Me cansé otra vez Me cansé, basta de inglés Cambié el idioma en tu mente Si no entendés esta parte, sos un ganso Sos peor, que el Gordo de Instagram Hay que descansarlo, inventando rimas de mierda Son todos caretas, Vendetta Un producto de mierda En todos lados, lo vivís escuchando Yo viajaba, paseaba como nadie I mean... Todos pensaban: Qué es lo que estoy pensando? Y entonces lo digo yo Como el mejor, más rápido, más entrenado Por varios, en inglés, en francés, en portugués Te lo digo de adelante Te lo digo de al revés Pero con otro nivel Que está encima De todos los tuyos Por que me aplico Siento el orto y lo escribo Me cansé otra vez de dar una clase A ver si te dejás de joder Y te pones de una vez a hacer algo bueno Abrí los ojos, despierta No sos una mierda Se creativo y volá, ha Ignite se fue a la mierda una vez mas Ignacio tiene class Ignacio da la vida por el trap Pero especial No el comercial El que te hace bailar y flashear sin parar Welcome to the mind of a thug Welcome to the mind of a plug I'm so fucked up, let's do another track! Welcome to the mind of a thug Welcome to the mind of a plug (Welcome to the mind of a plug)