Vivo De Bichote (feat. Omy De Oro)

Ey, ey, ey
Ah, yeah (uh-uh)
Ah-ah
Grrr, grrr
Eh, eh

Even if you hide
The voices tell me I'm gonna find you
Even the saints will turn on you
There are guys to throw and start a war against whoever wants it, yeah
I know they want to get me (yeah)
And before they kill me, I'd rather kill myself

I work across the Atlantic
They're hysterical with envy
I know my success bites them
Because I charge like the doctors, yeah (bitches)

Moving the cure that zombies are looking for
I'm tough even using the combi
At my beach, bitches on a boat

I have them stalking me through the stories
There are more toys here than in Toy Story
At my beach, I live like a boss

I'm going down with the shorty in a UFO ship
Bastard, and I shoot, they sound like corridos like those of Nata with Ovi
We're 3 motherfuckers in a Cherokee
I jump out the window and they stay still

The phillie lit up like Goku
The AK breaks your spirit
I'm connected on the street like Bluetooth (with this bastard)
Your boss dies and you die, yeah

In the hustle since eighth grade
Are you crazy? None of them are tough
Don't start a war with me if I'll finish it

The phillie lit up like Goku
The AK breaks your spirit
I'm connected on the street like Bluetooth
Your boss dies and you die, yeah

If you have balls, come out and hunt me, huh
You have yours and I have mine

And even if you hide
The voices tell me I'm gonna find you
Even the saints will turn on you
There are guys to throw and start a war against whoever wants it, yeah

I know they want to get me
And before they kill me, I'd rather have to gear up

I work across the Atlantic
They're hysterical with envy
I know my success bites them
Because I charge like a doctor, yeah

Moving the cure that zombies are looking for
I'm tough even using the combi
At my beach, bitches on the boat (ah)

I work across the Atlantic
They're hysterical with envy
Always dressed in black like a goth
Bastard, drug trafficking runs through me, yeah

I have them stalking me through the stories
There are more toys here than in Toy Story
At my beach, I live like a boss

I'm with a Kylie in the big car (skrrrt)
Blue interiors like diamonds (ah-ah)
Right hand on her skirt, left hand on the wheel
In the glove compartment, the shorty pending

To the enemies
Who can't find me
But I know they're crazy to come at me hot

I won't back down
The numbers keep going up for the bank
And if
The sticks don't fit in the club, I don't sing
And for God's sake, whoever messes with me, I'll lift hell

We explode at any time and against anyone
More sticks and Speer bullets
Combi Supreme and Moncler
The shorties echo like the snares
All these bastards talking (Omeh)
They don't even know how much we gave them (no)
But there are many bullets running in the street (prrra, no)