[Hook: Latin trap female MC, heavy half-time drums, deep 808 sub, cold Latin trap hook] Blowout, sit down, let me fix your hair Everything you tell me stays right here in this chair Blowout, mira, everybody talks Every secret on the block gets swept up with the locks [Verse 1: Latin trap female MC, dark nylon guitar loop, sharp Spanglish Latin trap bars] Bergenline, third door down, pink sign in the glass Every lady on the block comes through and asks Oye, did you hear, and I always did, I always do I know who's cheatin', who's leavin', who's owin' who I know Manny's got a girlfriend out in Union City I know Lisa's cousin's sittin' on a bag of somethin' pretty Chisme is the money and I'm runnin' the exchange Everybody pays me in the stories they can't explain Shears in my hand and a smile on my face Never write it down, I keep it all in its place Foil on the left and a perm on the right Two phones ringin' and I'm cuttin' till the night [Hook: Latin trap female MC, heavy half-time drums, deep 808 sub, cold Latin trap hook] Blowout, sit down, let me fix your hair Everything you tell me stays right here in this chair Blowout, mira, everybody talks Every secret on the block gets swept up with the locks [Verse 2: Latin trap female MC, sharp Spanglish Latin trap bars, the 808 heavier] Thursday, two o'clock, the bell above the door Man in a brown suit, never seen him here before Badge on his belt and he flashes it slow Says somebody hit the check-cashin' place down the row Says you hear everything, so tell me what you heard I said sit down, papi, you look like you need a word Threw the cape around his neck, the best cut he ever had Asked about his weekend, asked about his dad Asked about the partner he don't trust to watch his back Asked about the bar he hits on Fridays after that He was talkin' like a faucet and I'm smilin' with the blade By the time I hit the neckline, he told me what he made [Bridge: Latin trap female MC, dryer roar, a hair-dryer roar sweeps up and the 808 comes crashing out of it] Cape comes off, I spin the chair, I hand him the mirror Fresh fade, clean line, never looked sharper or clearer He flips his little notebook and the page is empty white Not a word about the money, not a name, not a night How much, he asks me, nada, papi, this one's on the house 'Cause I got your whole week in the drawer, your partner and your spouse Next time you need to know somethin' on this side of town Make an appointment, detective, and I'll let you sit down [Final Hook: Latin trap female MC, full beat, cold Latin trap hook] Blowout, sit down, let me fix your hair Everything you tell me stays right here in this chair Blowout, mira, everybody talks Every secret on the block gets swept up with the locks [End]
