Sin Coro (feat. Pablo Chill-E)

Rrr
Rich or dead, Money Boyz
Bitch
Kreamly

I'm with the fat guy and I'm not talking about Rick Ross
I have my bitch dressed from head to toe in Hugo Boss
Dressed in Moncler, always with the ShiShi Boss
The bitch I throw always asks me for more than two (ga-ga-ga-gang)

I'm not going to let any Birdman make me a Lil Wayne
I'm not going to let a Frabian make me Anuel
We have some hackers, they know it like Bill Gates (Kame)
If there's no money, we make it appear, ah

Hollow bullets, pulling tussi, I have your bitch
Pauta want all the pussy, ah
Singing like a bitch, give me a break, we're squaring up on the block
In jail my old man commands by law with a sword

RIP Giuliano Yankee (RIP), party punky in your name
That bitch said she wants to hear Galee Galee
I put it on her and made her listen to Salgo Flaite
We're trapstars and rockstars, let's tear down the motel (gang)

I hooked the drum to the draco and I'm not talking about Rome (gang!)
Your bitch saw me with the combs extended, she went into a coma (ah, gang, ah)
All these fools think they're trap, they think they're all rubber
And if you mess with us, my partner will shoot you

Gang
Ah, pew, pew
Ah, ShiShiGang
17
The same money, ah
The same gold
Gang

Ooh, Blinder, this is—
Kreamly

Before I used to watch people smoking paste
Now I go and eat pasta in Italy with my woman (Blessed)
The system is always the same and the street never changes
The one who's a bitch is always a bitch and the one who was a thief too

I don't come from just now, that's why I know them all
And the ones I don't know, well, I'll learn them soon
One day I'm in Spain eating serrano ham
And another day in the swamp drinking an Extosen (oh, oh, lean)

I have more pain too, more money than yesterday
My heart is broken, I sent it to the workshop
I don't know which of all these bitches was the one I fucked yesterday, brr

I'm in love with the street
As Kendo says, even if death is the valley
I won't fear any evil because we don't give details
Detail-oriented with the bitches because I failed some

May luck not fail me because the street is tough
I always tell Jesus that Judas is everywhere
Midas, what I touch, I turn into gold, I've given a lot of life
To Malaysians tremendously ungrateful