Cállese (feat. Opium G, Gera MX y Jay Romero)

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

Hey
Nigga, be quiet now, I came to steal
I'll tell you everything they don't tell you
I'm sorry you were always from the place
I throw a little more flow closer and it splashes you
Mine are ready to shoot
And only the bars that your girl likes
Don't ask if she'll leave you again
It wasn't the fault of the one who gets the short end of the stick
No one signs up, everyone joins for the money
Plus those bitches, I'm not worried, I wasn't the first
Don't look for me if you don't know what I want
I chose a life of money, bandit
And now who-who gets involved if they don't come out
I'm with Gera and Romero in these parts
Rapper on the fly with the salsa and with several coming out
We enter the front, like hurricanes enter
I always take risks, someone is waiting for me
I have magic in my wallet
Everything you have I take on the first try
Cold for the track we have in the fridge, yeah

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

(Yah, yah, yah)
The R goes to the front, it feels nice
When the whole place screams at me
Puppy as an artist or as a delinquent
I swear I've never known how to fail
I stopped messing around
And that's when I started to sing
Now the life I've always longed for
Recording an album I can give it to myself
Now there's so much noise in the street
That even people invent that I'm their enemy
It seems like I bring a lot of bad luck
More idiots come out wanting me
But I don't stop, I get everything
And I'm going to keep winning until I'm alive
I have a thousand reasons and a strong team
That can calm down anyone who gets stubborn
I know my worth well, I never had a price
And I even threw my heart when I saw the disdain
Light up another joint, because it's already dawn
I'm giving lessons, I look like a school
I like money like any regio
And being able to sing to them is a privilege
The cradle in the street, the devil rocked it
I want my palace for being lazy and rich

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

I'm here, calm down
In my section there's only real stuff
The rest get out
Can't handle the party, they're going to faint
Throw Spidermans at them
From shouting so much without a voice they'll stay
Sorry, bro, I didn't know that trap
Was invented so you could scream
I thought this shit was like that
Forgive me for never knowing about you
You never crossed my path on YouTube
And I learned from the good ones, not like you
I'm on fire, man, turn up the volume
I'm with Miklo, I already feel violent
They crowned me and I didn't even apply
Have faith in me, my dear apostles
The devil got into you
Oh, how scary, bastard
A God possessed me
I'm going to be better than you, until one day my voice runs out
I already have everything mined like a verse with the cross
Your flow in a song, bastard, is a fuckin' sushi without rice

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh

Nigga, I hit the dance, hey
On the court, in the kitchen, on stage
We hit the dance with your friend, hey
With the face tattooed, locked in the room
Or sitting in Buenos Aires, hey
In my crew they do what moves
On social media so shut up, shut up, eh