LYRICS GAME

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

Hell yeah, bro

Buddy Darey, we're at your service, bro

Fuer-za Regida, 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