No Reggaeton

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