LOS PEINE (feat. Piero 47 y ‪ITHAN NY)

Blop
The guns and the blades
I'm on fire, the swamp can't handle me
We cut the fake ones short
I don't have a guard, my gun's my escort, and

The guns, the blades
I'm on fire, that's why they can't stand me here
I toss the fake ones overboard
Prr
I walk alone, my gun's on guard
Prr, prr

Long gun and short gun, we grew up on the streets
I've seen people with plans just to make your turn fail
Stay calm with your thoughts, I might come and blow it up
I fell in love with the streets, I fell in love with this cash

I fell in love with the Glock that makes you shut up
We hit the party, the girls stick to us
New York flow is the vibe
And in the backpack are the Andrés Bello
They make me look good, they want to wear my chain

I drop another track and buy an AK and give it all to you
So you think twice and don’t come down here
We're on another level, bro, we're about that cash
We're more Illuminati than we were a year ago
Powerful, one neuron for those who rescue, brr

The guns and the blades
I'm on fire, the swamp can't handle me (Gucci Gremlin)
We cut the fake ones short
I don't have a guard, my gun's my escort, and

The guns and the blades
I'm on fire, the swamp can't handle me
We cut the fake ones short
I don't have a guard, the gun's my escort, ha! (ey, hahahaha, El Castii)

Money calls me, soon the sun will hit my window
I'm hustling to have a good tomorrow
Trying to drop a hit, I won't stop until the bells ring
To keep all my people good

Fame is a bitch and the bitches want fame
The strap on my waist just in case they come with drama
They slander me behind my back, but if they see me face to face, they back down
Today they love you and tomorrow they’ll turn on you

Hustle, hustle, I started off ugly
Now I got my people set, that's my best trophy
Flying in a small plane and I don’t even plan it
They talk about the strap, they don’t stick unless they talk about El Castii

They’re jealous, I see it in their eyes
I notice them small, while I’m the clever one
A few traitorous chickens came out, yellow like Pluto
What I have I earned and I enjoy it
I have no substitute, to kill the drought, bro, we do it in a minute

00, now zeros are left over, zero
Diamond jewels, not a buddy
We came out of the hole, I never wear a but
Forty-Seven Gang, Yakuza is my gang, counting money

We hit the trap with the Ferragamo
I come from the streets, that’s why we flex
You feel the pressure when we show up
At the party, all the girls get wet when we arrive

I roll with the Yakuza, the Flamengo, and the Forty
The owners of the territory
He dropped the drill, that’s the story
Your inspiration, make a memory

We stay original, with the tariff of pure antisocials
Hands up, we roll with the metal
We’re gonna take it all with Robertito
With pure merit, we break the district

You won’t tell me anything, I’ve seen it all
With the chain, Galee, tell me, Veguito
The oranges come and multiply
Don’t come flexing with small chains

We roll 750, that’s where the Inca walked
We give a big cut, chip it like Kit Kat
We have the plug even for Europe
My hustle is worth a ton of coke
You guys are fake, you don’t stick even with drops

If my clothes dripped, I’d be left in my underwear
Pure Label Gold, the shit is short
I feel like Héctor from the GoldStar days
Real trapstar, nobody can handle us
Don’t rap about trap if you can’t get on

The guns, the blades
I'm on fire, that's why they can't stand me here
I toss the fake ones overboard
I walk alone, my gun's on guard.