No Reggaeton - Nems, Al Doe, Axel Leon

Boricua!

Uh, uh, uh

My shit is proper

Hittin' switches, pick the top up

Switch the topic

Catch me dickin' down a bad bitch from Nicaragua

Sippin' aqua, told the chick to pick the gwap up

Stuffed the bricks into the locker

At the trap spot on Knickerbocker

I could pick ya pocket have my chicken pop ya

While you staring at her vicious knockers

Hit ya block up

You got to call me Gorilla Papa

While I pop up with a hundred niggas in the box truck

Bar-for-bar, I’m the best and ya mans know

We run in spots that these bitch niggas can’t go

The say, «This nigga rap like he think he Rambo»

Crash the F-150 through ya fuckin Lambo

You workin' out for nothin', nigga, fuck ya muscles

My gun’ll bust you

Hollow tips’ll love to scuffle

Upper cut you, break ya jaw, bust my knuckles

Smack ya pops, snuff ya uncle, motherfuck you

Two-time felony niggas that love to hustle

I ain’t even gotta address y’all

What you know bout goin' to church with your vest on?

You was up at college, I was fightin' in the mess hall

We wash niggas up, fuck they sister

Have her screamin' «Fuck Ya Lyfe» on the back of the GXR

And I back niggas down with a tre-eight long

Puerto Rican nigga rap

No reggaeton, maricón

I’m Eminem when he was fightin' Kim

Never leave the crib with no forty, shorty, that’s like a sin

You tipped the scale, we tipped the boat, our shit way different

It’s Plug Talk without Rich the Kid and it’s way different

All these fuckin' holidays I spent giving

These funny guys, give em twenty-five like I’m Ben Simmons

Had more in the stash

Weed ounces, four and a half

That old Impala with the Florida tags, my nigga

Ordered the crab, the money never equal the love

That’s why I gotta teach my daughter this math, my nigga

Small frame, but my wrist thirty

Brand new ladder, that’s a big thirty

I do the VVS, lightnin' all around me baby

It’s thick as diamonds, lookin' stormy, word to Cali, baby

European shirts, heard they seen the weapon

Cocaine numbers, wave runners like it’s Yeezy seven

So who the fuck you thought was nicer?

Bronx hood nigga word to NYCHA

They all scary

I get the water part in the middle like I’m Moses of Marbury

Nigga, squad ready

They hate the facts

Drunk nigga playing sacks

Face 'em eye-to-eye, we can save the raps

Wussup, nigga?

I heard them niggas, but I pray they won’t

Puerto Rican nigga rap

No reggaeton

Fuck Ya Lyfe

Know niggas that doin' life with lifers, the homies

New York, the only island we know of is Rikers or Coney

Since the 80's like some Asics, never liked the Saucony’s

Fuck a four, if he a foe, phone check him he phony

If she a ho, I’ma fuckin' home wrecker, she know me

Hang up the phone, F 'em, right after I F her, she blow me

Now go home

Clean that mess up with your ex 'til I call you

'Cause no way do I be lettin' 'em call me

I’ma G, fuck you thought?

We was taught not to ever squeal

Nems, if he ever tell, you hang him off that ferris wheel

Show 'em Coney Island they never knew that it had a view

Then bring em to the Bronx, we have a zoo full of animals

We’re slingin' razors, bang

'Click, click, boom' when the canon boom

Make it hotter than tannin' booths in the tannin' room

On some other dope shit

Like I pop Suboxone

I’ll fuck ya moms while ya pops is watchin'

In the forest, like

Fuck it, life is like a box of chocolates

Chop 'em, put 'em in a box, what’s poppin'?

You won’t pop, you can’t box

I’m Mayweather tryna box, but Hopkins

You one-legged when you shot, you hoppin'

You shoulda went straight home

I hate when niggas talk and say they know

Then the pistol pierce his brain and bullets break they bones, uh

Never gettin' up when they say go

Puerto Rican nigga rap

No reggaeton

Juice