En La Calle Haciendo Plata (feat. Juliano Cheif y Drako Mafia)

All 40 in the banana
On the street with pure brothers
Whatever shit, we empty the comb

The fools get scared if they know we arrived
Don't move the branch
I look at them like a gram of smoke

Making money on the street
Smoking from the plant
Controlling the area
I have brothers who will kill you

If they pull it ra-ta-ta-ta we blow off their legs
The codes in our veins, we have them
We don't mix with rats

And don't talk to me like that, I know who you are
If I go out, the forty-year-old goes out with me
If you want war, throw yourself with heart
To your sector, clearing the route with the big machine

We have the street, we have the 'tolas
And all that you name, bro, we have it
Healthier, cut for the good
The Glock combs
Here they are all full

The combi I have, I don't sell myself
Another one I smoke, another one I light
Better not kick it, don't lie
Because if I pull it out for sure
You'll be running, prr!

Making money on the street
Smoking from the plant
Controlling the area
I have brothers who will kill you

If they pull it ra-ta-ta-ta we blow off their legs
The codes in our veins, we have them
We don't mix with rats

And we make you ra-ta-ta-ta
We blow off all your legs
I have active people who will kill you

So active the drums
Ready all the AKs
Addicted to your cat
We take her and we ra-ta-ta-ta her

Going down to Cerro Navia
With the banana combs
Freedom for all my brothers who are locked up
And the bitches we have, we throw them to your buddies

And we have the weapons, you slow
We shoot and don't leave the fragments
I'm growing, my accounts are increasing
We're going to chop you and cut your ligaments
Prrr (prrr) the G-tal

You guys are tough, what? What?
We're making money 24/7
The glope with chipete
All mine with long rifles
There are four, seven left

Today there's a party
Gangster, if you don't suck, better leave
Break the line, mommy, break the line
Bring tequila because today they're with the killah
We have banana combs, we walk like gorillas
Here only bosses and I'm not talking about tequila (ay!)

Come and move that hip
In the swamp, I already raised the flag
All my Romans with the guns outside
Pockets full and the rest of the bills inside the wallet

Making money on the street
Smoking from the plant
Controlling the area
I have brothers who will kill you

If they pull it ra-ta-ta-ta we blow off their legs
The codes in our veins, we have them
We don't mix with rats
Prrr, now!, Hey Z fu
Prrr (prrr) Drakomafia
We don't lower ourselves, we walk covered in politics