PIKETE

I'm drunk on rum, I'm high on the picket line
Fucked up MDB, the 3-5-7 sounds
We're in the streets where you don't go
They'll shoot until they respect us

Always in the neighborhood, I don't give a damn about the law
Messing with your bitch, boy, she wants to see me (yes)
I'm on drugs, I can't attend to you (no)
I don't buy into all that cartel shit

I don't give a damn about your shit, daddy, I do what I want
All the fuckin' styles, always leave me money (bitch)
I hope you don't run when I cross you in the ghetto
Remember, you son of a bitch, and remember the name Bardero$

Those sons of bitches are talking about me
So much coke that there's nothing to say
Too much money, I can't sleep anymore
Mami, I'll do it hard for you, you know I'm a G

Teenage life, I wanted to walk with money
So that in the neighborhood, the big bandits would respect me
Earning it from burglary (yes), earning it from pressure
In Mapuche land, I fought against the opponent

Or else, you'll be another victim of a criminal
If you don't believe me, go there, ask my people
My town doesn't follow the rules of the president
We are the owners of the oil and the safe

I'm always on the street with bandits by my side
Empericao'
Your groups are all fake, I've seen them panic
Walking with the bow in the wrong place

Caravan, drugs and money
Only God knows what the hell will happen tomorrow
My brother in jail, smokes playing checkers
Ready for action in case that bitch wants drama

I'm drunk on rum, I'm high on the picket line
Fucked up MDB, the 3-5-7 sounds
We're in the streets where you don't go
They'll shoot until they respect us

I'm drunk on rum, I'm high on the picket line
Fucked up MDB, the 3-5-7 sounds
We're in the streets where you don't go
They'll shoot until they respect us