Ferragamo (part. Santa Fe Klan)

Everybody know I flex, ooh

Making history straight from Maza
I'm as fast as Checo, that's why they can't catch me
Tell me what's wrong with this girl, she doesn't know I represent the race
Now that I sing, I am the molasses and for her career I am a threat

But I don't compete; if you don't understand, I'll explain it to you
My flow is big like my ass and yours stays small
Next to me, only mine; I don't want new friends, I trust none
If they want to throw me down, I challenge them; keep throwing stones, I am the river

In any style, what you want?, being versatile is the plan
Blessings to the whole world and a hug to the fans
Ferragamo and Dior, I'm doing better every time
Those faces don't fool me, they're not like the inside

You want my life, you want my house, you want my man
You want my Mercedes, but it doesn't run like I do
I change my hair like you change boyfriends
I'm so happy and you're unhappy, inside you're a wake

And it doesn't surprise me that they try, but everything they do no longer sells
They are the past and I am the future, that's what people say on the street
Don't deny it, I keep breaking at nineteen
Number one, I don't want nine; before twenty, millions rain on me
La Mont, bitches

In any style, what you want?, being versatile is the plan
Blessings to the whole world and a hug to the fans
Ferragamo and Dior, I'm doing better every time
Those faces don't fool me, they're not like the inside

In any style, what you want?, being versatile is the plan
Blessings to the whole world and a hug to the fans
Ferragamo and Dior, I'm doing better every time
Those faces don't fool me, they're not like the inside

If the cops stop me, I give them the key, I'm with my homies
I carry Chronic nailed in the stretch; smoking weed, drinking whiskey with Molly
Pure crazy guy huayno on the corner, adrenaline rises little by little
Quina bills, perfumed neighbor, I don't care what she says, I'm the one who punishes her

Pure up, my flow annihilates you, I want tequila to get energized
If life ends, I want marijuana, women, and cocaine
See my pupils well dilated, wet clothes, tattooed skin
I'm from the Santa, my street well controlled; I have my gang, those who watch my back

I know who I am, where I'm going, I know what I want and I know where I am
I have control and a spray can to scratch all over the canton
Crazy and bald throwing flow, throwing rhymes down the alley
There is no fear here, no love either, only tears and pain

The cop tells me I'm a criminal
I know what you want, come and I'll give it to you
The cop tells me I'm a criminal
I know what you want, come and I'll give it to you

In any style, what you want?, being versatile is the plan
Blessings to the whole world and a hug to the fans
Ferragamo and Dior, I'm doing better every time
Those faces don't fool me, they're not like the inside

In any style, what you want?, being versatile is the plan
Blessings to the whole world and a hug to the fans
Ferragamo and Dior, I'm doing better every time
Those faces don't fool me, they're not like the inside

Yoh, from the Santa neighborhood, bro
With La Mont
For all of Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Guanajuato
Cheer up, folks
Pure 473, dude
Wuh