PLAK English Translation Lyrics by Victor Mendivil
(feat. $HUPE)
Let’s make it outside
The groove came for them so they know what’s up, it says:
I pulled up in a car with no plates, with the one who makes plates, plates
My crew never makes plates, and the plates never slow me down
All my squad keeps it tight with Jacobs and Catchers
We pull up in the Cadillac, always with guns, drugs, women
I pulled up in a car with no plates, with the one who makes plates, plates
My crew never makes plates, and the plates never slow me down
All my squad keeps it tight with the Jacobs and Cartiers
We pull up in the Cadillac with the drugs and the women
Since I was young, I’ve been wild, now I’m in the Aventador (Eh, eh)
When I get real lit, I show you when (Eh, eh)
White turbans with red when they see me in Arabia
Deep with the sheikhs, I win ’em over with my talk
The girls go crazy with a Nesquik pass
Escorted even in the air like I’m Putin
Vacation all the time in Ibiza and Berlin
The baby brought her friend, and we’ll get fit in bed
Cruising down the freeway, just watching green signs
Dining at Javier’s while my product sells
Funding the gamblers, the house never loses
Here, if the dog’s tied up, it’s ’cause it’ll bite for sure
From Skycopa, Bel Air, to Hollywood, I’m headed to the hills
Through Malibu, in Culín, rolling with the Bloods, they’re the Crips
I don’t wait in line at the club, it’s just me and the gang
Written on a tray, that’s how the panties drop
I’ll spend my faith, singing till I lose my voice
A face tattoo, and in my room, I want two
Burn the Vatican and steal the chronovisor
Become Illuminati by 2032
I wanna die young just to see you in Valhalla
To kill you three times in the wheel of samsara
In the courtyard of fame, I’ll carve my name
I’ll mark the devil to negotiate with him
On TV when I see the Lakers in the crypto arena
No more waiting for my paycheck like a dog
No more paychecks, just dozens
Money and dinners, radio and antennas
Parks full, if I pull up, you stop
It’s not the nice way, drugs in the veins
Jail’s a pain, but nothing’s the pain
Fine brown girl, you don’t fill her
Hard chains, mint plants
I asked for short, but I make the phlegm thick
It fell hot, I move with no issues
I want the gems, there’s several topics
I’m barely getting by, road in the sand
Ey, ey, ey, without wasting too much cream, we stay dry
And if you kissed your girl, you tasted my leftovers
Even if you only know, just rich and dead
Compashupe!