7 Pakas (feat. Chulu & C.R.O)

[C.R.O, Chulu]
Four cats, seven packs
Gold, silver, black label (Wuh)
I carry it in my ship (Bitch)
Brunette, you got it
My team always fresh
We dress like jaguars
Drinking syrup, she asks me softly
I paid for black label
That bitch snorts powder with all my criminals, amen
Stick the nose inside that plate (Ah, ah, ah)
Shot in the leg for being ungrateful (Bitch)
Blow-blow, level; levels, big ele'
Your bitch in my room snorts snow; rock, baby
Two grams to speed up; Rally, Rally
That whore is drugged inside the party
I light my weed, shitty life (Ah; ah)
I spend all day rolling around in her legs
Raise it, pig, tell the neighborhood
That the real boys from the neighborhood are back (Bitch)

[C.R.O]
Four cats for the party
We always blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
Always with my bad boys
With my determined whites to show you blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
My vampires by my side
(Four cats for the party
We always blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
Always with my bad boys
With my determined whites to show you blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
My vampires by my side)

[Chulu, Duki]
You got my soul
Throwing hoes
Sniffing dope
Bardero$ click on the microphone
Chopping drugs
That bitch on the phone asking for coke
And my blacks in the game wearing a big chain
I'm flexing with the most wanted in the hood
Setting fires shining while the neighborhood cries
My friends in Canada (Yeah)
Blessings for my buddies and mom (Oh shit, yo'-yo')
What I lived gave me my style, I spit reality

[Duki]
The Bardero$ have arrived, pure poison
Light the candle, burn it
Give it to me, level up; you already know
Next to Modo Diablo, whatever they want
If our music is a drug, we're all good, so you know
Messing everything up just with my voice
Call me boss, oh my God
Whippin' dope, no groupies
Tussi and rum, ah
Light and coke, music soul
Public flow, idiots can't handle these unique styles
Shout-out to all those who speak ill of me
Blessings for my brother and my enemies (Enemy)
We're going to be legends like Zeppelin, yo'
Giving the recipe to be happy
For those who die for this, only Rest In Peace (Peace)
Without showing off weapons, the G respects me
Because I feel what I say, because I know how to live
Because to get where I am, I didn't have to lie
Keep it real

[C.R.O]
Four cats for the party
We always blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
Always with my bad boys
With my determined whites to show you blow shit
Bitch, I'm blow shit
My vampires by my side

[C.R.O, Chulu]
Four cats, seven packs
Gold, silver, black label (Wuh)
Brunette, you got it
(Bitch, yeah)
Brunette, you got it