[Lyric] Talks with Arsenio (J Higgz & Alex Orellana)

[HOOK]
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Yeah... This that shit fo sho
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Yeah... This that shit fo sho
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Yeah... This that shit fo sho
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho
Yeah... This that shit fo sho

[J HIGGZ]
Every time i'm on a beat, I just kill it with ease
Yung Caesar facts, never chatting that breeze
They got AK-47's? Mac 11's? For that greaze
If you pussy boys want war with me then say please
I got mother fucking stripes, yeah that's how i do
Every day i'm in the kitchen, yeah that's murcia zoo
Shoutout 30 mil, shoutout 30v
Murcia Finest that's my mother fucking family

Back 2 blacking out on tracks like i'm sean carter, dwayne carter
Dropping gems like freddie gibbs on piñata
I'm mad with the adlibs plus the drips harder
Full package, been savagе, j always hits the target

No time for sleep i'm working on thеse beats
I'm like rico in the streets, yeah i practice what i preach, god
Jayzeus top dawg, yeah i'm big poppa
Show stoppa, head knocker, had to do this shit proper


[HOOK]
Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho (x3)
Yeah... This that shit fo sho

Whoopty woo, whoopty woo
This that shit fo sho (x3)
Yeah... This that shit fo sho

[ALEX ORELLANA]
Me mira a la cara como si fuera irreal
No hago esto por hacerlo para mi es vital
Tú no lo sientes falso solo quieres ser viral
Yo lo afronto como si fuera el día el juicio final
Como mi hermano Hervé esto es música ilegal
Escupo con rabia como si fuera a volar metal
Tú quieres acabar muerto….O en el penal?
Yo moverme en jet privado de Murcia a la capital
Tengo vicios y virtudes, me rodeo de genios
No quiero El Hormiguero a mi que me entreviste Arsenio
Me dicen flaco relaja que eres puro nervio
En este ambiente del palo yo no me adapto al medio
Estamos de risas como tirando de helio
Doblo la esquina con la mascara a lo rey misterio
Aunque no soy Terrence Howard, quiero mi imperio
Amo al que aprende mis palabras como el evangelio