Can't Tell Me Nada

(Yeah)

Fuck it, I'm at it again, fuck it, I'm at it again (yeah, yeah)
Never been out of my lane but I've done lost my brain in this game
That I play, it's called life, never said I was polite (nah)
Think about it at least twice, what I say similar to the word of Christ
My disciples and I got bitches in line
Just because I rhyme tight my circumstances now better

Clique close knit, no grandma sweater (yeah)
Should've known better, but I keep her wetter
Motherfuck the weather, beat that shit up, Mayweather
Should've been called V for Vendetta

First time I met her, over nine thousand Vegeta
Used to run fast like a cheetah
Then I fell in love with Cheetos
But you know, more than anything I love señoritas, ay (yeah)

All day, all día, now what's the idea?
This shit so insane, you gotta say "Ay, dios mío"
With my lyrics in your brain, you better know my name
Bobby Bass, Chucho, Schmidty Schmidt and Alemán

'Bout to kill it four times, with four bitches at the four seasons (you know that)
And you know there is no reason (no reason)
Now that I have your attention, let me go ahead and mention
That México is out here in another dimension (yeah)

I know that for some that shit is hard to admit it (just admit it)
But I'm living my dream, Walter Mitty
I'm so fast like that mice, call me Speedy
Getting none of this money, Lil Weezy (none of it)

Fucked around in this plane, now I'm dizzy
Break that blunt, roll it up, let me hit it
Now you have to go ahead and admit it
Casa Bambú in the building, we killed it

You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing (no, no, no)
No me digas nada, no me digas nada (eh)
You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing (woo)
No me digas nada, no me digas nada (no, no, no, no, ah)

You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada (woo, nada)
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada (nada)
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada (yeah)

Me cansé de escupir mi saliva
Bitch, me pasé de verga y ahora mira
Pues ya rebasé tus expectativas (yeah)
Wey ¿Cuándo vas a aceptar? Ya no rifas (nel)

Todos me conocen como Bobby
Relajado en el estudio, aquí con pompis
Pasando la botella con Congee
Molly y marihuana, pura OG

Y ahora con mis homies bien locos
Se levantó manteniendo el trono
Ya no hay chichis, ni lo intentes moro
Que ya saben quién ganó el oro (oro)

Mecos tú pareces pinche loro
Repites siempre el mismo choro
Rimas con exactitud coloco
Bajando al campeón, me dicen Apolo (grill)

Parece cantina, andamos bien pilas
Rompiendo bocinas con beats y mis rimas
Encuentro a mi amiga, me dice
"Mi vida, vamos a la cama, mejor la cocina" (mejor la cocina)

Mejor la cocina (mejor la cocina)
También la piscina (también la piscina)
No te apures, tengo MDMA y me sobran pastillas-tillas

La partí, la fumé, empecé y me quedé
Ya después de las seis sólo quiero beber
Desperté, la besé, no es la misma de ayer
Ten cuidado, no lo dije, solo quiero placer

You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing (no)
No me digas nada, no me digas nada (no)
You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing (no)
No me digas nada, no me digas nada (no)

You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada, no
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada

Ey ¿Cómo ve', mi negro?
Chucho Ortega trae tres, mi negro
Tres bitches, trae prisas por estrés, mi negro
Yo sigo aquí, en 3D, Mi negro

Mi negro, my motherfuckin' niggas, niggas
Y'all next, únete en la fila
We been waitin' to the love
I'm tryna make the world arena
Bitches seen I bought some property
And see me buy, my nigga have a kilo
Look into the future, lookin' for my señorita
Gettin' all my btiches finas
Hola, Estefanina, Hola, Estefanina
I stay humble
But these niggas tryna leave a
Nigga with his feet up
Caught me crushin' when I re-up
Perfect any lyrics, call me choppa with the chiva
Rather be minin' my D's
Facts, never got (high) for that shit chat
Nah, I ain't tryna preach, I'm just talkin' shit
From the life a lesson that I'd rather teach
Graspin' my time, my money, talk is cheap
'Cause I want my peace, yeah, that's Jesus over me
Chucho, bitch, I'm Chucho, ho
Want some Jesus peace with a Tulio
Contract be for rappin' in the studio
Now I'm in the booth with the hood, ay-yo
Yo, 'cause I'm really tryna get the world I'm into
Spend my word, ain't tryna be no winner, bitche'
Headin' for fast, motherfucker pay attention
All them bitches fraud, but they got some good intentions
Bomb-born rig is in their Homegrown Mafia
Niggas really winnin', ain't no stoppin', nah
Nigga with them biches, fuckin' possible
Vulva for the takin', I'ma conquer 'em (for real)

You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing, ey
No me digas nada, no me digas nada, ey
You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing, ey
No me digas nada, no me digas nada, ey

You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada, negro, ey
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada, negro, ey
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada, negro, yah
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada

Ay, caramba, venenoso como mamba (wuh)
Este pinche flow tumba aviones, la bamba
Pobre pendejo, te toca pamba
Hoy tengo billetes, me toca la tanda
Y ando bien super high, pásame el polvo white
Codeine con Sprite, ando ready to die

Dime lo que quieras, no te pongo atención
Miro mover tu boca pero no escucho punch
Igual que la puta ayer que estaba en mi colchón
Homie, no haga pancho, rólate, Pachón

Quiere que escriba otra metáfora (what?)
Pero mi reto sólo la parará (what?)
Tengo unas putas en la recámara (what?)
Nos vemos la próxima, sobres, cámara

Siento que ya domino
No me importa el poder, sólo el vino
Te voy a malear, vas a dejar de cerca a Quino
Llámale a otra hoe porque esa ya vino

Morro, no se preocupe
Mejor cuide lo que escupe
Yo me voy con Blanca y Lupe
Soy la verga, chupe (what?)

Pobre compa ¿Qué pasó?
Por aquí no lo veo yo
No es su estilo, no es su flow
Por eso ya no hay show

No me digas nada, no
Bien tumbado, bien slow
Sueno bien en los low
Now you know, ahora pásame la snow

You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing
No me digas nada, no me digas nada
You can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothing
No me digas nada, no me digas nada

You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
Eh, you can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada
You can't tell me nada, you can't tell me nada