Sig Sauer (feat. Pekeño 77)

Tell me mommy and daddy's boy
The one with the full plastic gun
When Santa arrived, he didn't give me anything for free
Bad boy, I snatch all the gifts
And I sold them one by one in a closed deal
Beyond, passing the clouds and the sun
He feels calm when I sow terror
I have everything to collect, three whores to crown
And a voice that repeats to me: Ay, Peke, stop
I don't look like Tony, Tony looks like me
Make way, the bad guy is in a hurry to get out
I'm thinking whether to tell you, sorry, I decided
Your cat from afar blows me kisses, merci

Tell me boss until the grave
Enough, fool, don't ask me questions
What are they going to throw at me? If they never had the blood
I am the Mero Mero, test me if I'm in trouble
They will find me anesthetized and listening to cumbia
The blues light me up when I pass hooded
They call me disappeared, like Manu Chao
But I don't hide, dad, if I'm all around
The neighborhood knows who's calling the shots
The Mero takes out and unloads it and more if a guy orders me
I can give you the one-way trip to meet the beard
I have plenty of aim with short or long guns
So pray to the saints to see if they save you
Maria, forgive my unfit behavior
The mafia got scared when they lost contact
I'm not the one to say if they lied to you about the pact
But if they mention me in the trial, they die in an act

If I pull out the SIG Sauer in the face, I give him a shower
Spray in the face of air for being a big mouth
Tell me, what happened? He died, Peke 77 was the one who shot him
José, tell him not to mess around, or I have the hammer mounted on the sweatshirt
Every day from 12 to 12
Mero and José, I don't know why they cough at me
If I love all my fans, even those who imitate all my voices

Your favorite delinquent came to visit you
We entered through the grease and left with the money
What a beautiful Christmas we had with the whole crew
Life is only one and it is enjoyed when it beats
I'm not for showing off that stain my profession
I have the soul of a bandit and the mind of a writer
The godfather of the Godfather, the one who takes down your boss
The one who sounds in every point where it gets tough
My big gun shining more than the sun in summer times
I'm not a boxer, I can't dirty my hands
But if we see each other, we'll see if I lose or win
I never had money and fear, I only have my brothers

If I pull out the SIG Sauer
If I pull out the SIG Sauer, Peke 77
If I pull out the SIG Sauer
In the face, motherfucker, I give him a shower

This is real street, for a long time and for a bandit
For those who are locked up and those who are still out here
For the fools to learn, tell it as they want
We continue in combat ensuring the first
This is real street, for a long time and for a bandit
For those who are locked up and those who are still out here
For the fools to learn, tell it as they want
We continue in combat ensuring the first

Peke with the HH after 12, auh
Peke with the HH after 12, auh
Peke with the HH after 12, auh
This is for the fools, for them to listen to the voices