ALTA DATA (feat. DT.Bilardo y Eric Santana)

(Ah, now, bro)

Got some high data dropped on me, there are a couple of chicks
All the money ain't worth a thing
If she's got a boyfriend, she ain't worth rescuing
And we roll in a Vento
(Never walkin' anywhere)

Right, dawg? Right, what's up?
We activate her in the moment
Right, dawg? What's up, I know
After midnight, let them count it like a tale

When we arrive alone from the city
We leave them painted like graffiti
Intoxicated like El Pity
Sometimes wine, sometimes whiskey

I'm bringing down chicks, that thug is on Pluto
I got the recipe, I keep it in my lungs
I ask Shen Long for three wishes
May fire, coconut, and blunt never be missing

Fast and furious without being Toretto
Not Mike Tyson either, but heavyweight
I consume the whole glass when I smoke it
We burn the tires, fill everything with smoke

Where we land, it looks like airports
Full of ships, everything's sorted out
She moves it without feeling
Here's the movement

Right, dawg? Right, what's up?
We activate her in the moment
Right, dawg? What's up, I know
After midnight, let them count it like a tale

If trouble arises, I'm loaded with b****es
Everything's set to break the rules
We're the cream, what was missing
The ones who burn the most, the ones who show off the least

The ones who intimidate with just a look
We're the ones always attentive to the play, eh
Even though we're all messed up, with the cap sideways
All the thugs are revolting

And we go for it, we stir it up and we respond
And if there's a mess, let me know, we'll show up

Right, dawg? Right, what's up?
We activate her in the moment
Right, dawg? What's up, I know
After midnight, let them count it like a tale

Eh
This is cumbia 4:20 for the homies
Eric Santana, eh
L-Gante, what's good?
Maxi El Brother, for
DT.Bilardo
Kriterio Music
One Blood Music, dawg
Eh
The real thug
And you know there's no messing around
We're in the hood, buddy