Corte Gangsters (feat. Jairo Vera, Djay W, ITHAN NY y FloyyMenor)

Gangster cut
We walk in the game of old times
Sucked into the street, we're flaite, we're flaite, we're flaite
She likes this little gangster

Gangster cut, we walk in the game of old times
Sucked into the street, we're flaite, we're flaite, we're flaite
She likes this little gangster

We're from the street baby
Look how the VV' shines
How the emphasis rises
Flaite because I lived it
Now dressed in Lousi V
And from afar I saw them

And I'm laughing, laughing
At so many fucking idiots
Understand that we come from the past
Stuck in the street

And the cat goes crazy
I don't know if it's the combo that raises her note
She knows I'm the only one who takes off her clothes
We're the Chilean flaite dressed in European brands
Dressed in European brands

Gangster cut, we walk in the game of old times
Sucked into the street, we're flaite, we're flaite, we're flaite
She likes this little gangster

We walk in the game of old times
Sucked into the street, we're flaite, we're flaite, we're flaite
She likes this little gangster

Pure kids on the street
Showing off
For the USA the passport
Pure crimes on the lookout
She knows about the cut

Commanding in the north zone
Fucking cats is a sport for me
If your uncles are not a contribution
I don't mix, I'm different
In the mix always with style

The idiots always envy me because now we're flashy
And the cats slip into my pocket a million
The idiots always envy me because now we're flashy
And the cats slip into my pocket a million

Chile looks like a favela with so many R's and so many hits
We're active in the fire with the 30 active ropes
And so many ropes I have to make your teeth and make you jump
We count 20 bills one day in a hotel, another in the environment

And that gallop, we don't trot
We walk fast, lots of gold on the neck
The black card is full
Floyy stepping on the BM full

Whoever wants to, put it on
A lot of weaponry, don't get it wrong
Real with the crew until we crash
So faded, we love the competition

I feel good in the favela
The mamas dance, the guns are outside
Black BM and Panamera, thick laces
And the mamas are all good

I steal her for real
All the combos are Dolcce Gabanna
His cat calls me and the idiots stay in the branch
I know she wants to go to Torres De Sabana
We arrive at the favela because we're for real

And we arrive at her swamp, we step on it, we love it
We steal her cat and take her to the mix
We ride in luxury cars, I live dangerously
I don't walk with envious people, and with the Alfa we hit hard
Because we lend a hand, you know who we are

Haha YouKnowWhoWeAre
Zalo, ??, Luchito and that Kike, Pepe, Renato
We're in charge
Ah
Another hit, another hit, brr
Haha tell me
Jairo Ve-ra
Chiko Alfa ma
Ithan Newyork
FloyyMenor You know who we are
Brr
Djay W