Gangsters (feat. Reality)

Drippy

Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
If you could see the face I make when I see you
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminals
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeah

Compressed in WinRAR, I send it in a WeTrans
Don't leak and break your lists
Olimpia like Chris Brams, a little gift at Christmas
You can see my pints because there are tinted moons
At the Beema, on a mission along the avenue
This is the third time in a row that they look at us and don't shoot
KG, don't be defensive
The sticks are no longer on the street, but in the cabin
Knocking over a pile of bottles at the club
If there is Ferrari, who prefers the bus?
Now everything is a la carte, I no longer eat from the menu
This is mine by law, fuck your fucking referendum
I want beach, white sand in Santorini
Clear water and you in a bikini, yes
On the neck the Chanel flow shirt
Girl, listen to me
The Godfather and the Grandfather, Crazy, Hurry Up

Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
If you could see the face I make when I see you
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminals
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeah

In the same routine even if it drives me crazy
Rolling that drug, bro, get in the flat
Since I was a child I have been obsessed with the floor
Now I'm going into the cabin, there's no need for all that
Like a dog after a bone, so, mom, calm down
I'm still in the neighborhood even though it's holding tequila
She liked me because of my killer demeanor
He makes geeky gestures to me, he wants to see me secretly
And I keep making money without breaking the law
And if they come for that, nigga, stay away
To make that money we have different ways
What? We're not even a thing yet and he's already calling me 'bae, huh?'
They give their voice and I fall on them without restraint
He likes street people, I think that's what we are
I like to do it alone, but I have my choir
The godfather and the grandfather, give me that tone, hey

Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
If you could see the face I make when I see you
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminals
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeah