LYRICS GAME

I carry it on me if I go to the brawl or to the cha-cha-cha-cha

Smoke in my chest, she's drunk

Cold on my neck, frost, pill

And I iron them out right away

The suckers get caught here

I never saw you on a court

I score big goals because we're on a streak

Small waist, big thick a*s

Babe, I'm the demon wherever I stand

I'm at my peak, millionaire like Mbappé

I roll out with my devils, we look like soldiers

I've got the projects like Juárez is in Mexico

That babe is quick, Bugatti flow

She's f*cking with an Illuminati devil

I've got people that will kill you even for free

I call the mini Draco Arturo Gatti

On a tricks buzz, the .30 in the six

I'm tough in Lloren Torres like Drake in the Six

I start a shootout, you're gonna run, you a b*tch

We roll up with the dreadlocks, the braids and the wicks

Two Cubans on my neck, two Colombians in bed

The SRT with torque, the coke uncut

In a lab through Peru inside a forest

They better not touch me, I sawed it off with no license

I carry it on me if I go to the brawl or to the cha-cha-cha-cha

Smoke in my chest, she's drunk

Cold on my neck, frost, pill

And I iron them out right away

The suckers get caught here

I never saw you on a court

I score big goals because we're on a streak

Small waist, big thick a*s

We hit the club among devils and delinquents

M*therf*cker, they brag and end up under the bridge

They ain't gangsters, they collaborate with agents

In my crew even the least you expect kills people

Tell me, JC Reyes, smashing the wh*res and breaking all the laws

I was kinda high, I made the plane crash

She wants me to f*ck her now, let her wait

I got lean and I got Perks, I got all the powers

I got guap, I got tricks, I got the AKs in the Jeep

She was kinda drunk with her friend in the strip club

Her friend does lick, I might give her d*ck

Inside the brothel we go in with the Glock

If we have a show, all the pistols go inside

I don't hang with the pigs anymore

I sleep and don't dream of the dead

Mixing the drugs in the kitchen he's an expert

I got it on me, I'm burning a choco

She goes crazy if I touch her

We sell weed that lights up

God-Killer rides shotgun

If she puts the p*ssy out I leave it broken

Babe, with Big Soto

She likes how I pop wheelies on the bike

I hit like Cotto

Get close because you drive me crazy

The profits invested in coke

These people rush me because they know I hit

We keep them broke, their snot runs out

I came like the man, but to bag them up

Kilos, they call me Paco, we have the route here

Any mission that we hop on is a mission that gets done

Addicted to money, we chalk up and lead the way

That one, if we kill him, it's to nail his wh*re