Los Que Son #7

Excuse me
Y'all know who we are

We went to the mall, a couple of minors with a couple and a half
The first one who messes up, we split them in half
Here we have guns and they're all real
Y'all make in a month what I spend on meds

We all come out fresh, all cash
Make money, dance flashy, with three bottles of hash (whoa)
The stutterer cuts like a raptor 700
A Blaster 200, behind escorting six Gillera smash

We had a kilo and ended up with a lawyer
Cousin tried the spoon and got caught up
The black guy leaving the bar heading to court
We came back together and we have the whole circus armed
My brother had canceled everything on the networks
But he got on the fake because we opened a couple of branches
In our relationship, it's given and nothing is owed
At the end of the year, we're both on top in a Mercedes

We all come out fresh, all cash
Make money, dance flashy, with three bottles of hash (whoa)
The stutterer cuts like a raptor 700
A Blaster 200, behind escorting six Gillera smash

We went to Chile with cousin in 2017
We filled the motel with hookers, drugs, and cash
Bottles on the floor and cigarette filters
The next day hungover on top of a corvette
Everyone knows who we are, the little black one
Y'all singing to bikes and none of you do stunts
This year I have a couple of kids and I give them Nestum
And to the remaining cats, I throw them some tuna
I smoke a joint and end up like Chino Recova
Now they say I sweep well because the broom is new
We take the heels off all those blonde Sharapovas
Empirically locked in the lobby with your she-wolf

We all come out fresh, all cash
Make money, dance flashy, with three bottles of hash (whoa)
The stutterer cuts like a raptor 700
A Blaster 200, behind escorting six Gillera smash

Whoa
Y'all already know who we are, baby
Tell 'em, Mati
Tell 'em, cousin
Tell 'em, Cri
Tell 'em, Zara
Young Pei on the controls
The little black one, run run baby
We are the ones who are
We out