ABAYARDE (part. Huan62 y Hades66)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger

Nothing surprises me anymore
The hustlers from the hood are criminals
It's a whole different system, not from this side of the bridge
It's not the same living it here, they say the [?]

God knows the weight that I counted
That I'm selling drugs, you can see it from afar
Mom says to watch out, 'cause she might sell me out
And I got a 30-round clip, and it’s got like three left

This is ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, bandit like Tego
We found the nail in the handle, you saw the bloodshed, -shed, -shed
The hustlers in the yard, I ain't no petty thief
But I got this hustler who’ll make your mess, -mess, -mess

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (in the trunk)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash (hey, El 66)
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (haha)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger (hey, listen)

If I go down to DR with El Alfa and 62 (haha, hey)
You saw the 30, you know my crew's got glocks (you know)
Román, Pippen, Jordan in the '9-2 (wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
I don’t talk shit, we’re the real deal (nah)

Riding through the block on the bike coming out of Herrera (ah)
We got pockets full of cash like De La (yeah, yeah)
Cut my diamonds, cut my chains
If we drop Chucky, bro, my little one will stop you (hey)

Mommy, you’re on point, the suits in crocodile (-dile)
We pulled these stones out of a submarine (wuh)
Thanks to the glizzy, I got slanted eyes (slanted)
We ain't in Arabia, and all the Palestinians are sounding off (no, no)

This is ghetto, ghetto (yeah)
If they don’t kill me, I’ll kill you first (haha)
The sports cars with leather seats (wuh)
Making cash for the family, we ain't broke
We light up the club on fire and it’s with the bottle service (no, hey)

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (ah)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger

Thanks to the glock, I’ll have you running in the field and honking
I got a rage coming from Guachupita
Here we all run with extreme situations
And you always get caught up, good mamañema

I come from the bottom, selling bondo
The coke gets pressed in the press to the bottom
Only those who’ve lived it know it’s no joke
Once you’re in, you don’t come out with chills

The shorty giving me head
I emptied a clip like a drum
If you looked at me wrong, the crazy one will decorate you
Don’t talk to me about titles or badges

As long as you’re a hustler, and don’t even know the score (no)
Of what they say: I’ll kill for you, I got 1500
And when the shit hits the fan, they come out at 2500

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (ah)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger

This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer

Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger (hey, ah)
What the fuck [?]
Talking shit about the guys who control
Huan62 (the crew from Herrera)
This is Generation Z, and you guys are in a nursing home

(Any bullshit, just grab an Uber)
(-They’ll send you the bill for blah)
Department of Human Resources, motherfucker
Sincerely, the guilty one, Ch-Chael
Hades66
The King of the [?]