GTO

I don't give a damn, smoking in the street, you already know we're the real deal
To Miravalle, all lit up, all crazy, you’ve been warned
I’m sagging my pants, heading to Chapalita and Nuevo León
I’m from the hood, they know I never hold back my damn heart

The one in charge is burning weed, Santa Fe's got it, light it up and pass it
Through the most dangerous neighborhood, here in Guanajuato, life is wild
Here in Silao, everything's laid back, with a painted body and a shaved head
Looking rough all around, I’m the most wanted and the craziest of them all

Hit it, hit it, roll it
Burn it, burn it, pass it
Hit it, hit it, light it
Fire it up, fire it up, pull it out

Here, in my hood
The crazy life we live has us all hooked
We’re all tough neighborhoods, here, in Guanajuato
Here in Santa, we’re used to danger
Red eyes, all laid back

Los Angeles is killing it, burning weed, heading down to the South and also to California
It sounds loud and my crew’s heading to El Salvador and also Costa Rica
Cerro del Cuarto and the ones from La Venada, like lions, the crew goes wild
Shout out to the trains all the way to Salamanca, I’m heading to the States, bringing back the packs

All Irapuato burning the stash, nothing changes me, I’m the same dude
Here, in Guanato, I’ve been around for a while, long live Jalisco and my Guanajuato
Chalino’s playing on my speaker, here in the hood, they call me "Godfather"
I want mezcal and bottles of wine, dry mouth and slanted eyes

Get your shit together with the wallet, all the way up, shout out to the flag
Put on the cannabis and the people from Cervera, here in Monterrey, gangsta cumbia plays
Damn Chapala, you got nothing, come to my hood, come to Santa
I’ve got bullets, and my crew too, all crazy, lifting up the hood

In Sinaloa, suddenly they see me
Let Banda MS play, also LD
I want to stay up all night, dancing and smoking
I want THC, lighting up the pipe

Here, in my hood
The crazy life we live has us all hooked
We’re all tough neighborhoods, here, in Guanajuato
Here in Santa, we’re used to danger
Red eyes, all laid back

Damn Güero on the mic
Moler on the production, man
The hood for the hood
Santa Fe Klan, bro
Shout out to Deca
All Guanajuato, Monterrey, San Luis
Long live Mexico, motherfuckers