NO COOPERAMOS (feat. El Jordan 23, Galee Galee y Cris Mj)

We don't cooperate with the cops
I'm gonna get rich without selling grams
Whatever happens, we’ll put a chip in your face
What we promised mom, we achieved
There are a lot of fools who suck up because we’re making noise
When I lose, I always win, I don’t flaunt what we spend
The cops show up, but we get away, without the crown, we already crowned
Making money like the gypsies
And if someone crosses the line, we’ll empty the banana clip (bang, El Jordan 23!)

We don’t cooperate with the cops
Got over a hundred grams around my neck
All the clips are banana clips
Whatever happens, we’ll put a chip in your face
We don’t cooperate with the cops
Got over a hundred grams around my neck
All the clips are banana clips
Whatever happens, we’ll put a chip in your face, brr

As a kid, I got my hands dirty
Whatever happens, if they’re dry, we’ll take them out in record time
For the streets, we pull out all the guns
We blow up, fuck the cops, we pass them all
For the streets with my crew, for the dough, all the yellow
The towers in the cone with the castle
We don’t stop making money until we’re rich
Rich-rich, for the high, the recipe
The glock is hidden with the tits
They’re all crazy for me to hit it
Wants some tussi, wants some keta
Got the jeep, she’s riding the weed
None can steal my calm or take it away
I’m with my mind, the big guy, and the pailita
Counting cash, miss, let me have that
I wanna be the bastard who melts it down (hahaha, bang!)

We roll with the ducks, changing the game for these fake faces
For my people, I’d kill, I don’t have a contract
Ugly duck, we’re from the hood, never from the other side
On the corner with the homies, smoking a blunt
With the castle, as kids, we’re using the brushes
With the whole crew, for a smoke, roll that paper
We’re gonna get rich, ha (bang, ey!)
(And I’ll buy a Berlin with quince)
Ey, paper boy, those who throw shade, I love you
We’re not gonna back down because it cost us a lot to rise
I always listen to my mom’s advice
We empty the clips for anyone who talks too much (the castle)
What we do, we don’t think about
Anti-snitch, we don’t cooperate
The hundred now we count
A dope life, that’s what we work for
Where you can’t go, we can go
What I didn’t have, now we buy
The account’s rising and we don’t even notice
(Galee galee forever, you know, my brother)

(Waking up from home to the spot, from the spot to home)
Yeah, ah, ah
(From home to the club)

Ey, dude, watch out
The cops are coming, dude, watch out
If they ask me, I don’t know anything about that
I’m lowkey just trying to get my cash

Fools eat ranch and don’t come to mess with my vibe
The light is unique, tell me where you’re at
Give me the green, you tell me, and I’ll come pick you up
I’m with the castle, the towers, and yakuza gang, gang, gang
You cross the line, and I’ll make it bang, bang
While your girl models Calvin Klein
Wants me to hit it with the movie on play
While she’s riding, I’m playing on the play
Then in the morning, she makes me corn flakes
I say: Goodbye, see you, okay
We’re anti-cop, anti-law
I don’t hang with fakes, I don’t hang with fakes
(And you know, galee galee is the king)

We don’t cooperate with the cops
Got over a hundred grams around my neck
All the clips are banana clips
Whatever happens, we’ll put a chip in your face
We don’t cooperate with the cops
Got over a hundred grams around my neck
All the clips are banana clips
Whatever happens, we’ll put a chip in your face (Cris Mj, the one who’s popping, brr)

Tortured and all messed up
We’ll throw you in the river for messing with me (with me)
We’re with the castle (castle)
The MJs, your godfather, if I see you, I’ll eliminate you
We don’t cooperate with the cops
I tried a bastard, we showed up and blew you away
Now almost all the grams are gold
Like we dreamed, that’s why we win
I’m banging bitches, smoking a zeta
Even your girl wants to be my doll
I’m in the Meche, I’ve put away my Beretta
To shut your mouth and stop talking shit
They’re all messed up
I already passed by the cops, I’m laughing
We’re all untied
I don’t even remember how many millions I’ve spent

Ey, dude, watch out
In the hood, we cut the cheese
Ey, looking for cash
You don’t interest me if I don’t interest you
E-e-e-ey, dude, watch out
The cops are coming, dude, watch out
If they ask me, I don’t know anything about that
I’m lowkey just trying to get my cash

Brr
Cris Mj, the one who’s popping
Tell me, Lewis
Tell me, Pailita
The castle
El Jordan 23
Ha
Galee galee
Cris Mj
The one who’s popping
Hey, tell me, Jordan
Ha, with the galee galee
In memory of my brother, ha
Nothing more
Another hit for the story
We don’t cooperate with the cops
We don’t cooperate with the fools.