Fuck Competi (feat. C.R.O & Homer El Mero Mero)

[Marcianos Crew]
I like drugs more than eating, daddy
That's why I've been into it since I was little
In the Gerli neighborhood, raised on the corner
Everyone already knows, I gave it to your girl
And yes, what's he gonna tell me?
Yesterday she asked for a photo and today she wants to argue, daddy
We're not here to compete, daddy
You better go to sleep
We're the most rapper rappers in your neighborhood
In the neighborhood, I freestyle with the bitch, I go to the neighborhood
You didn't know that
I win at night, it lasts me a few days
Alcohol and food, I keep doing my thing
I don't buy from anyone, no one trusts me
Fuck the police, you and your fake group
Snooping around the scene, for me, they're all snitches

They're not trap, my nigga (nah)
They're not rap, my nigga (nah)
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour

[Homer El Mero Mero]
What's good for others is always good for me
That's why I never end up in a hospital
I'm always moving around like an animal
Teaching the roadrunner how to walk
How to think about something other than drugs?
She's been my girlfriend for 10 years, the wedding is coming
That's why she always accompanies me anywhere
She doesn't want me to share her, or leave her alone
When she punishes me, I have a chamomile tea
And I leave her with her Peruvian father there in the slum
A lot of rap in Argentina that talks little and shines
I keep going after Marciano and Ricky Maravilla
So what are you going to tell me that I don't already know?
If in our show I bring the flow, C.R. brings it too
So how are we going to compete with you?
I moved on from that a long time ago, thank God

[CRO]
Drug lord, mercilessly enter the track, baby
Black shadow, zigzag, give a fuck, baby
They throw bad, baby
They play bad, baby
Pure clack to their rap like a track, baby
So crazy, we're not competing here, mommy
I have drugs to distribute, mommy
I don't know why you were coming at me
Endlessly, the king, with swing
Hey bitch, I drank being your outrage
Crazy bastards with courage
What suit? What suit? Shit for your gears
Going up just for them to go down
Hey dads, if that bitch asks for more, I'll give her more, what's up?
Talking about that shit doesn't fool anyone, give it gas
If she doesn't greet you, it's because of the flash, party cash
Away from what you produce

They're not trap, my nigga
They're not rap, my nigga
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour, bro

They're not trap, my nigga
They're not rap, my nigga
They're nothing, my nigga
Martians, you have to support the Bardero$ tour, bro