X5 (feat. GALEE GALEE y PIERO 47)

I bought the Gucci, the x5
Tickets to Spain, let's go 6.5
380, 9 and 45, I'm going to get rich
Now making money with the mic (hey, hey, hey)
I stuck and didn't move away (nah), I stayed in the block (yeah)
With the same ones as always and it's not a throwback
We live as it is, bitches and chains, ah
Now luxury food and expensive clothes
I work until I earn it, ah (cheers, cheers)
Buying clothes, I celebrate, they give me a bad look
But they have to pay attention, ah
Eating tomahawk, a mommy who got down, in a Q5 the east (skrr, skrr)
If it weren't for the music, we'd be giving it hell until I get arrested (hey, hey, hey, brr)

Dressed in black vlone (hey), a piece of style
Move and work stealthily, like crocodiles do (hey, hey)
We dispatch to the middle edge, double-edged knives (cheers, cheers)
Don't talk to me about the trap, if you've never been in the trap (yeah, ah, ah)

I called Ethan to break it
And I said: no more, that we give it
Winter hearts, I don't like summer (no)
You can't imagine what we would do to you
When I shoot you in the face (pa, pa, pa)
Your mom won't want you to die, bro
So respect that code (hey), or I'll leave the flower without petals
I have the direct cone from the swamp
I also have the cone with partners (hey)
They say I'm a genre star
I never let myself be guided by numbers (no, no)
Don't mess with me, I have a lot of bullets in the clip
Matte black Glock with sight and chip
In love with money since we were lil's
Now all that money doesn't fit in my jeans (ah, ah, ah)

Dressed in black vlone (hey), a piece of style (hey, hey)
Move and work stealthily, like crocodiles do
We dispatch to the middle edge, double-edged knives (cheers, cheers)
Don't talk to me about trap, if you've never been in the trap
Gang, gang

The cops are serious when we pass by in the car
In the hideout, you know, drinking syrup, the fools who wash
Blopa take out the auto-tune
Even if I don't hear myself in tune, this shit is without tuna
What do you think, baby?, you and me alone in Cancun
Nothing will happen to you, I always carry my guns (prrra)
While I have more fame, I have more weapons (I have weapons)
We control traffic like ñengo
Friends in good and bad times, Kendo told me, and now I understand
Dying laughing is better than living in suffering
That's why we don't hang out with snitches (forty-seven gang)
But we always carry the bug killer
We open the car and open your bitch
In the mall, the guards, sons of the cops, chase me

Dressed in black moving kilos (hey), a piece of style (hey, hey)
Move and work stealthily, like crocodiles do
We dispatch to the middle edge, double-edged knives (cheers, cheers)
Don't talk to me about the trap, if you've never been in the trap, ha