NO SON KLLE (feat. Santa Fe Klan y Peso Pluma)

What's up, folks? (For the neighborhoods of Argentina)
The damn blonde's here with Santa
(Mexico, from Santa to all the hoods, light it up, la-la, la-la)
Here with Duki

Light it up, la-la, la-la-la
Light it up, la-la, la-la
Light it up, la-la, la-la-la
Light it up, la-la, la-la

Look at what we've become
My cousins move the kilos
We struggle and we suffer
Nothing changes me, I'm still the same

I’ll always do what I can
We send it to all the stores
I'm the boss of the sales
We got caliber 50

They say they are, but they ain't, they ain't from the streets
Light up two, I'm the one who gets them dancing
If I go to prison, take care of my mom
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

These joints I smoke make me see in frames
I'm living in the future, okay, my life is Futurama
I always protect what's mine, owner of my sound
I write so much they call me long hands, Wembanyama

I'm cashing in double what you guys are, laid back
They value my art without knowing what it cost
They ask if I have clones, they see me all around
Like Adesanya, I land shots when I knock them out

They say they are, but they ain't, they ain't from the streets
We light up two, the whole place is bumping, no one stops us
If I leave tomorrow, everything's for my mom
Signing in the sky with my initials (Duko!)

I'm in anti-two-face mode, fuck Gemini
That ego's gonna crash like Lady Di
Give me the ball, I'll set up the play, Kevin De Bruyne
I like pop stars, but punk, Avril Lavigne

And even though the fuckin' time passes, the mission never changes
There will always be a brother who deserves a mansion
My mom asking when I'm on vacation
The family has expenses, and I like to pay them myself

Dude, in the booth counting money
My bank account has a lot of zeros
I go wherever I want, I always do what I want
Give my mom a hug if I die one day

Come on, no one can kill us now
None can reach me, no one compares
Santa with Duki, I'm living it up
It’s normal for those damn dogs to bark

They say they are, but they ain't, they ain't from the streets
We light up two, the whole place is bumping, no one stops us
If I go to prison, take care of my mom
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

The look of a stoner, all to roll
Pharrell Williams, the collection
We're all decked out in Louis Vuitton
(It's a private connection)

From north to south, I'm all in
If they touch mine, I turn into a pitbull
Dude, red and blue
You see the sirens, the hood's dangerous

I'm the one who takes them down
To my enemies, may God bless them
Breaking into the big leagues
The crew, hands up, follow me

A lot of feelings, I share them with the wind
A lot of music to blow up the spot
With Santa and Duki, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better

A lot of feelings, I share them with the wind
A lot of music to blow up the spot
With Santa and Duki, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better

They say they are, but they ain't, they ain't from the streets
We light up two, the whole place is bumping, no one stops us
If I go to prison, take care of my mom
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

With Santa and Duki
Pure Doble P
See ya!
Hah, hah, hah
Ah, ah, ah