Vida Bandida

Man, I'm stopping the crime
Because life is not a movie and I don't want to risk it
I'm wearing a team shirt, volume on the waist
Quick everywhere but money brings envy
These guys mark, try to find me in the mouth
I doubt you'll show up (send to get me)
My Glock will sing, today the party will pop
My mob will sing if today the show is in the favela

There will only be rifles up high
Lots of bullets and lots of girls
Between alleys and lanes
My family is happy because I stopped trafficking
And I'm making money only with rhyme
This bandit life sucks me back
These bandit girls when they show up, come back
These worms in the boot, man, get it
Some are born assholes, others are born pi-

Fuck the game, I'm wearing Kenner
I'm wearing cyclone, not Supreme
I know you tremble
Don't touch BM
I just want my drink, who owes nothing fears nothing

So call on the ra, hit the iPhone
If you want trouble, you know you have it
This girl knows I'm famous
That's why she never leaves my side
Respect the car
Today it's Alva that I've been walking for a long time
Step aside
It's just raja, if you mess with me you know I've already killed you (pa pa)
It's stress-free, since the old days you don't know me
I don't waste bullets on those who don't deserve
So kneel down and say your prayer

Today there's a party, you can sit
Girl, I promise I'll take you home
Sit on the Glock, pa-pa-pa
I know you're a bandit, shake your ass in my face

Yeah
Drink in hand, she twerks for daddy
I'm very cliché, just escaping in a ship
Cloned card, today I'll take you to the store
Sporting Gucci, hitting the pussy on the beat

Hitting the pussy on the beat, she fucks listening to trap
If today is party day, Helipa, casinha, I showed up DZ7
With a bucket of natural Whisky in the blunt
It's already warned that I'm flex, bitch
Don't pose in the kit, not in my toy
If I shoot up, it rains bullets here
She knows the number is scratched
That's why I don't put it in the video
Fraud worm
I only show live if it's to fill the cops with bullets
Freeli gang, bullets never run out
Magazine always has plenty
Wants a threesome, two are with me
And another one is coming now
Bitch can show up, you know who has it
And liters with medicine, for you to feel good, yeah
Freelipe pressed
Mike brings the xan
And Alva is on the bullet to kill your whole gang