VVS1 Lyrics (English Translation) – Kris R., Hanzel La H

Read the full VVS1 (English Translation) lyrics by Kris R., Hanzel La H, Neutro Shorty and Noriel from the album EL TRAP DE KOLOMBIA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kris R.'s music, you can also explore TUKI TUKI and TRAP SIN T, two other songs by Kris R..

[Intro: Kris R.]
Sisas, La K
With Neutro
Venezuela, Colombia
Yeah, yeah
Ay

[Coro: Kris R.]
VVS1 shining on the chain and on the watch (VV)
For the problems I bought a .8 and a .22 (Ah, no)
My Air Force Ones got blood on ‘em from the situation (Sí)
From taking down the motherfu*ker who disrespected us
VVS1 shining on the chain and on the watch, yeah
For the problems I bought a .8 and a .22 (For whoever comes)
My Air Force Ones got blood on ‘em from the situation (¿Ah?)
From taking down the motherfu*ker who disrespected us (Sisas)

[Verso 1: Kris R. & Emanuel Oculto]
Yeah
Living this trap life just like Chief Keef
We lace the blunt with Wax and a little Kick
Bought some black kicks, Air Forces with teeth
Tiffany shining, Van Cleef by the roulette wheel, yeah
Popping so many pills now nothing hits the same
I don’t mess with groupies, now it’s pornstars in my lane (Ay)
Expensive weed, lobster dinners in the night
They don’t live what they rap about, I know that’s right
Rolling down Palmas, lights flashing in a five-hundred whip
Four irons in the trunk in case I catch them slipping quick
These little rappers fronting, man I’m dying just to see
If they really live the lyrics they be claiming on a beat
Neither you nor them can reach me on this level
Your rusty .8 ain’t matching with my .19 metal
Pulled up with a ski mask just to show it really moves
Try some funny business, watch the bullets start to rain on you, yeah
Blown out by the gas from the b0mbs in the air
Always watching for the cops and whoever wants to stare
They talk through their stories, I let bullets reply
Got a thick girl beside me, fifteen racks in the hoops on the side
Now I switch up the flow, switch one, heading to the tasting
Love it when she wears that scarlet red lace thing
All these groupies jumping quick when the blower starts blazing
Don’t get crazy with me, girl, don’t be stepping out your place then
Rolling up a Backwood, wanna get high, take a pill and go hard
Gave her alien blood, had her climbing the walls
Sent her flying on drügs, that’s how I got in her heart
Then she called up La K just to give him a start, yeah
She’s dripping to the songs from the big head, Jimmy Neutron
Reload with the color, send two hundred, seven hundred more
If I shoot, it’s at least three, let the kid feel the score
It’s a murder when La K and Neutro link up for war
Send it, send it, send it to that ba*tard, don’t let him get near us at all
Hey Neutro, blow it up, blow it up

[Verso 2: Neutro Shorty]
Hey, another day I wake up and I’m still feeling high, yeah
Ever since a little kid I’ve been shining in the sky (Oh)
On the block with the homies moving grams on the side, yeah
Writing all this s*it and then it blew up, now we rise (Amen)
Heading to the party with the pistol in my hand
And it won’t be me dying, tonight it’s them instead
They start firing shots and hit every pole around
I like seeing how their brains scatter out on the ground
Every time I hit the studio there’s no competition
If a friend’s with the enemy, that’s a shady position
Look him straight in the eyes and I know he ain’t real
DM full of babies, passport full of seals
All these girls know I’m the one carrying venom
She’s going down in the car and we barely just met ‘em
When I hit it from the back her chest starts bouncing again
Spit across her face and she says “Baby, that’s rude of you, man”
Amiri on the jeans, Amiri shirt, the whole set
If that Patek ain’t VVS then I don’t want it yet
I don’t fall for these girls ‘cause I know they’re all the same
And while I’m laying with her, all I think about is the gain

[Verso 3: Noriel]
No-No-Noriel
Bought some black Air Forces matching with my Glock
No more G-Shock, now the Patek on the clock
No more Corona, now it’s rosé that we pop
Scoring goals nonstop like René Higuita on the block
This girl wanted it bad and I hit her like a kilo blast
Rolling with Kris R, with the shorty and the AR stash
Putting pressure from Medellín straight to PR
If you’re a snitch, take advice, don’t cling too hard to life
‘Cause I lay rats in the dirt
So your own mother ends up the one to bury you at night
Long live the girls, long live the drügs
Long live everybody hustling twenty-four with the thugs
Long live the bandits on the corners with the guns
Everyone who made a million with no cap and no gown
Bow down, the problem just arrived
You all know you panic when the Danger starts the vibe
Every beat they give me, man, that beat goes up in flames
Don’t know what’s faker, your movie, your chains, or your dames
Still calm, with a kilo round my neck
Got the competition parked, they ain’t even left the deck
Little model posing for me with no panties on
After I’m done they retire from the streets like Yankee gone

[Verso 4: Hanzel La H]
VVS on the chain and the Patek shining
Got my balance full, haven’t mortgaged in years, I’m grinding
Bought a house just to store the pistols, rifles, and vests
Girls dripping when I’m around while your pockets look stressed
Already touched the top, now nobody can reach me
Eyes on me everywhere like Alofoke on TV
Didn’t finish school, still buying bricks by the block
Stacks bundled in blocks
Catch you slipping on the block and we crush you nonstop
They hating ‘cause I jumped ahead with no ramp, I’m no skater
Since I leveled up I don’t reply, we’ll talk later
Swamp camouflage ready to light it like a gator
Already ate the streets, now I’m eating all these girls in ghost mode like Pac-Man
Dressed in black like Obama
The streets don’t feel the same without my name and my .23, man
I’m the one
Had it since Christmas, when I aim I never miss like a hitman
My money climbed high and my life did the same
Girls and the money stick to me just like a magnet, yeah

[Outro: Kris R.]
Sisas, La K
With Neutro Shorty
Neutro Shorty and La K
Venezuela and Colombia, yeah
VVS, yeah, yeah
VVS1, VVS1, yeah
Talk to ‘em, Monja
Don’t got mercy on these n!ggas