NO FACE NO CASE (feat. Il Nene De Oro y Lil Ocasio)

(Rrr, hey, tell me Valdi, tell me Daimi, tell me Demon, brr)
(To walk covered in the street is normal for us)
(1.7, seventeen, Money Boys, pure of 32. Pa, the face and it was chuchetumare')

Hey, Rrr, hey
I-I have demons in the kilo traffic
Many partners on the street stealthily
You know the one from 30 gets scared
I have dracos that leave you shot

Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual

W-Without throwing the hint you already know who we are
I don't walk with the rats, we erase you in lead
Like a trained soldier side by side
With a kilo of zaza I crown alone

We have the gun in various colors
Red, blue and black, magazines with extensions
Son of a bitch don't light me up with ammunition
I made my career with just two songs (G-Gang)

Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual

Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual

N-No-No-No face, no case
My black shoot through the window when we're racing
We run from the cops with my gang, anti-law
I'm with the white guys, nigga, come on man, rr

(Hey, we're 1.7, we're all your dads)
(What?, what?, brr)
(Young slime niggas, dice)

S-He who betrays me dies, also everyone who mentions me
I sing like a pig, 17 shots for your area
When you see me in person with the gun don't run
I hooked up the retro 4, bitch I'm gonna send you flying

Flying over the beat as if I'm traveling to countries
I'm gonna slap you so that bitch, you land
Traveling without a passport, I always have the look, like a kid, bitch, I give you my cut
No face, no case

The active family is ready for all the MoneyWayy
I put the draco in your face and we give you a shot
I tattooed my right hand, bitch I carry death on my arm, brr

Wait, wait
ONE4OTowers, bastard, listen
Tell me snow, tell me Il Nene De Oro, tell me chitro
The kid is the kilo, bastard what are you gonna do

Yeah, we have a badass mafia, we have Pablo's cartel
Seven thousand bastards for the war I don't talk
I call pulpa and it lights up the octopus
I hooked up the ski mask with the draco devil mode

The whores rain on me, the bullets rain on you
I got into two plots, I don't even feel my face
Your bitch is missing me and we push the butt
The day I die I'm gonna pull you by the leg

To turn on the AK and stick it in your face
We take your blood and give it to the Teco's
The pocket full doesn't want to be dry
I give it in the face and look through the hole

We open the mouth the one who splits it in half
If you don't know us, lick it and jump
If I call [?] in the face he's gonna give it to you
I'm with the devils, I don't lack any
(Son of a bitch)

Brr, Money Boys
The kid, chuchetumare'
The bad kid, brr
Hey, we have that money route

Rr, from Puente Alto to all the sectors (seventeen)
Hey, (O'Block gang) tell me Villa Francia (the blocks, chuchetumare')
Tell me La Carol, pure frequent companions on the street
Ha

(Tell me Daimi, we're making pure hits)
(Pure hit, commanding the drill and the detroit on the street)
(Chuchetumare, rr)