Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Like, grrah, smokin' all deads)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena (Grrah-grrah)
Hey Macarena (Baow-baow)
Grrah, like, every opp shot, like
Smokin' all deads
I got a beam on the gun with a drum
Like, first one I see, bitch, I'm leaving 'em done
Like, oh shit, like, he can't run
Lil Naz in the air, now his daughter a bum
Like, JayRipK, that nigga dumb
Ok, we gon' smoke him a ton
Bobby and Charlie and Saint got bunned
Bobby and Charlie and Saint got bunned
Likе dead loccs, on the set
Naz caught onе to his head and his chest
When we spinnin', we looking for Rec
Bobby did bad and went out on the set
R.I.P. Rah, no, they didn't even step
When I get to flockin', I put 'em to rest
Eos, gbg, Big ebs
Like, I ain't even gon' say the rest
Now why you mad? 'Cause they gone
Bro, they got hit and got put in a song
Diddy got shh—, now they balling alone
They tryna call him, he ain't answer his phone
They keep suckin' my dick, bet I'd lower his tone
Smoking on Sayco, two to the dome
I get to beat it then fly out the room
Bitch, I'm on fifty, I stay with my chrome
Smoking Mezzy, bitch, I'm deady
Jb confetti, by the deli
I know an opp that got poked in his belly
Like Nas, bitch, I'm toting my Smelly (Smelly)
She a wetty, blow on her belly
She was just wetter then go to the Telly
Like I'm gon' dump, I don't care, bitch, I'm ready
Ayo, Melly (Ayo, Melly)
Ayo, Mell, that's an opp right there
I know brodie gon' click till he drop right there
Spin through the Rey, all the cops right there
I know Lotti gon' geek, gon' flock right there
Ayo, Sheemy, you a bitch
Beam on a gun, I'm gon' turn him to Rippy (Rippy)
300K, all that shit to my dick
How yo' mans ran down for hittin' a bitch?
Like, when I see you, I'm boomin' you, bitch
Bro off a Perky, losing his shit
With the deuce, go coo' with the shit
She feel a way then we boomin' the bitch
300K, better move with this shit
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit
300K, better move with this shit
Think you lit? Okay, then I'm boomin' your shit
Like, okay, Kay wanna play
Rule number one, I can't go out like Blay
New opps, me no say
They tried to spin, now look at where he lay
Smokin' Bobby, still do to the face
I bet I could put a Flocka in his place
Smokin' Trey, wait I'm late
When Jesse got shot he should've been a plate
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena (Every opp shot)
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
Hey Macarena (Ay, like, every opp shot)