No Compro (part. DT.Bilardo)

We're lit, chillin', all the girls came solo'
The party's over, let the losers deal with it
And I'm a real piece of work, no way I'm buying even from El Chapo
I smoked a blunt, today we're causing chaos

Come on, girl, let's start a fight
The one who created the genre, no one can front on me
The drink's got me hyped, the crew's got my back
My homie’s more wanted than Don Diego De La Vega
They say when she dances, she steals the show
I’m taking her and her friend too
I’m high as a kite, feeling like I’m out of it
Too much partying, and the losers don’t stand a chance, bang-bang-bang

Break it down, she’s asking for you to back her up, come on, hit it
We’re all dressed up after midnight, come on, grab her
Come on, chop it up, take it, smoke it (cumbia 420 for the homies)

We're lit, chillin', all the girls came solo'
The party's over, let the losers deal with it
And I'm a real piece of work, no way I'm buying even from El Chapo
I smoked a blunt, today we're causing chaos

At the bar, drinks are pricey, the bouncer's watching the Camaro
Tonight we’re jamming, feeling like Andrés Calamaro
My crew’s super cool, they don’t mess with the broke
No one should freak out if they hear the shots
To the beat, the girl’s ready to roll
Blasting El Noba and Perro Primo
With the pitcher full of ice, overflowing with wine
With my wild crew, all with slanted eyes

Come on, break it down, she’s asking for you to back her up, come on, hit it
We’re all dressed up after midnight, come on, grab her
Come on, chop it up, take it, smoke it (let whatever happen)

We're lit, chillin', all the girls came solo'
The party's over, let the losers deal with it
And I'm a real piece of work, no way I'm buying even from El Chapo
I smoked a blunt, today we're causing chaos

Hey
Cumbia 420 for the homies
Cell 4 at full volume
Make it happen, oh-ah
The Mafilia
Bring it, cut it
L-Gante Keloke
DT. Bilardo
Maxi El Brother, yeah
We got everything but drugs—