Why the f*ck was he staring at me spending bills without skimping
I like those lights, the ones that go with you to buy champagne
Just Chucky babes, like the old man who's in the H says
I am a bandit too and let whoever wants to prove it test me
I like it at 180 so that I look like a lunatic at that speed
I like the babes, those from high school, pure quality
And even though they see me as a kid, I carry a piece that goes rat-tat
And if I go all out with them, not even the Pope himself can stop me
Everybody's got red soles, the game's changed, I'm all McQueen
Just preppy babes who don't even have a pic, they already know here
If you want the good stuff, call Sapito, pure quality
And if I party big I hit the road to Culiacán
Buddy Darey, we're at your service, bro
Another vibe, buddy Jesus!
I give the cute babes everything except love
They like what I have in the left pocket of my pants
Just thick stacks that I won yesterday, always scoring goals
I take her up to the mountains, the party starts and I'm war-ready
Here there's no fear, just fear of poverty and shame of stealing
We're out here grinding, pure terrorist, pure kamikaze
I love corridos, only El Chachito's, I start to smoke
And every now and then with some of FERXXO's I dance with babes
Why the f*ck were they watching me spending bills without skimping
I like those lights, the ones that go with you when you buy champagne
Just Chucky babes, like the old man who's in the H says
I am a bandit too and let whoever wants to prove it test me