RIP G KALLE RIP GODZILLA Lyrics English Translation by Yung Beef
(feat. Uzii Gaang, Vita Valaguer, Flynt Hustle, Los Hijos de Yayo, Hungry Ham)
Plugg (Yeah, yeah)
Granada, ***
We still here, ***, with the gypsies
Yayo Boys (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, La Vendicion
Yung Beef in the *** building, Los Hijos de Yayo
*** *** right here, bro
Flynt Hustle, Vita, Hungry Ham, yeah
(E-E-E-EL PLUGGG)
Music ***
La Vendicion, what’s good (Yeah-eh-eh)
We back, ***
Yayo Boys (Boys; my ***)
La Vendicion
In the favela with my jewels on a tee (Beef)
Real junkies, cockroaches on the paper (Eh-eh)
At 220 in the buggy, I pop it up on two wheels (Skrrt, eh-eh)
On the corner with a pony and some brand new rims (Po)
And if she ain’t bad, she ain’t gettin’ in (No)
I got *** on PornoTube (Wow)
I got a couple bad ones lookin’ for it in the clubs (What? What? What?)
Throw it in the pot, on the scale a pile of cheese (Pu)
Freedom for Manny, I got him locked up again (Woh)
[?] fire (***), and I rip the hair off both of ’em (Brr)
The *** is virgin, man, take the handkerchief off it
The young ones workin’ like Amancio Ortega (***)
The money ready for the delivery (For the delivery)
We-We-We look for all four, we never make a saw
This is for the gangsters, not the sugar daddies
We pool all the bags, we start to negotiate
What we invest in this *** is always gonna double
Vita Valaguer, I always got good Skunky
But I got the part like it was the white
You ain’t got rank, little boy, stay still
Los Hijos de Yayo, Yung Beef, it’s no secret (Ay, ay, ay)
She like Flynt Hustle, she blows up
‘Cause I get her fast and she don’t blow up
‘Cause I’m “El Mayimbe” like Villalona
In Granada rollin’ a blunt on a hill
‘Cause your *** is tricky like that, no joke
‘Cause you got left lookin’ like you got a flat
Los Hijos de Yayo, for real there’s no way
Today in Hell and yesterday in Barcelona
I feel the weight like Pacquiao
***’ with this corner, that’s a knock out
You ain’t real rap, you’re a knock off
We stop in Spain, nothin’ is a prank, bye
I told you: “Be careful with that .9”
‘Cause only around here the pure moves
I knew they were gonna give you that L
Now the feds are lookin’ for you
This is a honey flow, it don’t expire
Your flow is nothin’ with nothin’, it don’t stretch
What do y’all move? It’s a lie
I got a [?] loaded in my backpack (Grr, paw; Uzii)
One, two, three, yeah, I put it in four
All these black guys, girl, got more show than a theater
It’s true they look for trouble sellin’ *** to the junkies
It’s true they look for trouble, snitchin’ on the snitches
Mad Max, ***, I live an action movie
Y’all ain’t got no street cred, what y’all got is drug addiction
Bullfighters and they ain’t from the airport, [?] takeover
I’ll sell it to you and I don’t want stories, Hustle, come, pass me the blunt
‘Cause I’m gonna give it two, I feel elevated
‘Cause I didn’t pull it out, it’s not that I don’t have it, I got it on lock (Grr, paw)
Money, cash (Money)
***, money
Gaang, Gaang, Gaang