NO SON KLLE (feat. Duki y Santa Fe Klan)

What's up, crazy ones? (For the neighborhoods of Argentina)
The damn white boy and Santa have arrived
(Mexico, from Santa to all the neighborhoods, smoke it, la-la, la-la)
Here with Duki

Smoke it, la-la, la-la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la

Look at what we've become
My cousins move the kilos
We struggle and suffer
Nothing changes me, I'm still the same

I'll always do what I can
We send it to all the stores
I'm the boss of the sale
We have caliber 50

They say they are, but they're not, they're not from the streets
Light up two, I'm the one who puts on a show for them
If I go to prison, I entrust my mother
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

These joints I smoke make me see in frames
I'm living in the future, okay, my life is Futurama
I always take care of what's mine, owner of my phonogram
I write so much they call me long hands, Wembanyama

I'm billing double what you do, lying down
They value my art without knowing what it cost
They ask if I have clones, it's because they see me everywhere
Like Adesanya, I shoot arrows when I knock them out

They say they are, but they're not, they're not from the streets
We light up two, the beat plays, nothing stops us
If I leave tomorrow, everything for my mother
Signing in the sky with my initials (Duko!)

I'm in anti two-faced mode, fuck Gemini
That ego will crash like Lady Di
Give me the ball, I'll set up the game, Kevin de Bruyne
I like popstar, but punk, Avril Lavigne

And even as fucking time passes, the mission never changes
There will always be a brother who deserves a mansion
My mom asking when I'm on vacation
The family has expenses and I like to pay them

Crazy, in the booth counting money
My bank account has a lot of zeros
I go wherever I want, I always do what I want
Give my mom a hug if I die one day

Go on, there's no one to kill us
None can reach me, no one compares
Santa with Duki, I'm having a great time
I got used to the damn dogs barking

They say they are, but they're not, they're not from the streets
Light up two, I'm the one who puts on a show for them
If I go to prison, I entrust my mother
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

The tap's style, all to roll
Pharrell Williams, the collection
We're full of Loui' Vuitton
(The connection is private)

From north to south, I'm doing great
If they touch what's mine, I turn into a pitbull
Dude, red and blue
They look like sirens, the hood is dangerous

I'm the one who fucks them up
To my enemies, may God bless them
Breaking the big leagues
The crew, with hands up, follow me

A lot of feelings, I talk to them with the wind
A lot of music to make the canton explode
With Santa and Duko, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better

A lot of feelings, I talk to them with the wind
A lot of music to make the canton explode
With Santa and Duko, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better

They say they are, but they're not, they're not from the streets
We light up two, the beat plays, nothing stops us
If I go to prison, I entrust my mother
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

With Santa and Duko
Pure Double P
Bye!
Hah, hah, hah
Ah, ah, ah