Bandolera (feat. Kaleb Di Masi)

Hey, hi
This is not music, huh?
(X-XLABProd Beats)
Omar, something's wrong

That bandit burns and moves marijuana
She walks around with a kilo and a half on top of her
She's more dangerous than all the Italian mafia
They know her because she arrives at the block with escorts and a gun
Throwing up a lot of money
That girl charges a lot to step on the canvas
She's with four hitmen who call her buddy
She's always looking to see who she can pressure and goes straight and with things clear
No one compares to her, she kills with her ass and her face
She's too expensive, she starts counting money and never stops
If you act smart, she shoots you
She speeds up her BMW when the deal is done
She takes it for sports and you've eaten half your salary
Bandit, if you want it back, I'll return it to you
I'll wait for you in the rain to see each other
As if it cost me something, I get on the track
Because for me this is as easy as filling out the list
I spent the street one, I invested the artist's one
And now I'm taking care of the cops and the journalist
A bandit girl is waiting for me outside
And I have nine lots inside the fridge
They tell me: Mero Mero, really, who could
Grab a track and do it this way?

Uh, she gets excited, uh, it shows
Uh, she asks me crazy in the mouth
Uh, that big ass is huge
There I can keep all the drugs
We watch for the clothes, not for the money-money
I hang it on the fools like an XT TT
If you're a troublemaker and in the ghetto you move the packages-money
But your girl's cache is headquarters
Mommy, uh, turn off the light
She doesn't bathe but she uses shampoo
She hasn't lost her knack, always pulling out the cu
Watch out, I'm not Robin but I walk the hood
And if she sees the money from the cashier, she immediately hands me the caquero
If her boyfriend was a loser, a jerk, he was temporary
We're in the ghetto with Homer Mero Mero
With the thirst of Diego's, the most thug of the field

Mommy, uh, turn off the light, light
Uh, turn off the light, light
Uh, take shampoo, poop
Uh, take shampoo, -pu, -pu
Mommy, uh, pass me the shampoo
I'm going north but I come from the south
I hang out with the guys, rescue a couple of cu
I'm not Robin but I come from the hood

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Kaleb Di Masi, baby
You already know
Omar, something's wrong
Homer El Mero Mero
You already know how it is, making a hit for me (X-XLABProd Beats), huh
Mystical Turreo