Diamante en Bruto (feat. Franky Style y Lil Troca)

Now all those motherfuckers
Are asking me to lower it because I stayed with the league
There's no one left to spill this flow
Guacho, I go slow, guacho, I go slow, tell me who you are
Tell me who arrived, flying in the club, I'm partying at the show
A wad of cash and a blunt
The night began, Möet and Chandon
Your hoe calls me, says to lower it, lower

I have the connections, man, the best product
That bitch is crazy, but she's a rough diamond
Bitch, I enjoy, corrupt cops buy
For your group, we are in mourning
Saying they're gangsters seems like an insult to me (okay)
I look in the mirror, I'm on fire
Dressed in Dolce and Gabbana
Money thrown on the bed
About to enter Nirvana
If you lack style, I'll give you a pinch
You guys are good, but you lack the spark
Don't ask so much, this is not an interview
We're cooking, like Jesse Pinkman

They're looking for me, I'm with my people, with a delinquent chorus
We're in the hot zone, we're the same as always
I have the baby happy and she laughs while yours cries
Because you turned out to be a rookie, you don't give her attention all the time
We're from the neighborhood, we're killing the pain
On a yacht in the Caribbean, like Moët with a couple of girls
We have the shipment, in case they want trouble
The MDB for your neighborhood without emblem
The bitch goes crazy and I know it, my caché is rising
She came with her friend, she wants to party in my GLB
Always multiplying, they'll see me in the Force
They're pointing at me as the best investor
I'm not a magnate, but they already know who I am
I have the Victoria's Secret babes, all speaking Spanish

I came to drop data
Cat, smoking a blond cigar with pirate rum
She hits me with the butt, she looks like an AKA
Her big ass, like my packs
I look at your rhymes, they sound weak to me
I smoke with the gang, she looks like a cat
Smoke, I want to throw money in that ass

I'm all Bape, from Gucci or Bulgari
We leave the party, with a couple of mamas
We're on a rally, with Cali weed
She says: Lil Troca, you're the fucking daddy
I pulled out legendary, I leave them funny
They have the carousel like a Ferrari
I teach her the miyagi, I wet her whole body
A French girl invited me to Bali

Now all those motherfuckers
Are asking me to lower it because I stayed with the league
There's no one left to spill this flow
Guacho, I go slow, guacho, I go slow, tell me who you are
Tell me who arrived, flying in the club, I'm partying at the show
A wad of cash and a blunt
The night began, Möet and Chandon
Your hoe calls me, says to lower it, lower

(Lower, lower, lower, lower, lower, lower)