LYRICS GAME

Distinguished in the fire, Cherokón SRT

All set for the fight

When they see him waging war

I already gave them a dance and they still can't believe it

That the kid could pull it off

They won't be seeing him anymore

I am the one who deals the powder, you say what has to be done

I deal the good stuff

For the hustles I knew how to pull it off

Sports cars, an SRT

The party, a big banda wherever I am

Babes and homies

The ones who back me

The ones who dive in

He heads to Jalisco when there's nothing to do

And in Phoenix, Arizona he learned to move it

They want the good stuff

Call up Greñas

Look to my right

Here you go, buddy Fred

Through Phoenix, Arizona, ooo

I want to thank their support, especially the 16

I've been schooled since I was a kid

I picked it up from padrino Berna

How could I forget El Guayabo? The hill watched me grow

Among shortcuts and trails

I shout 'Up with the mountains'

I don't drop a code, low profile, they just call me Fred's

Or the one-armed guy from the mountains

The Beretta sends its regards

Sports cars, an SRT

The party, a big banda wherever I am

Babes and homies

The ones who back me

The ones who dive in

He heads to Jalisco when there's nothing to do

And in Phoenix, Arizona he learned to move it

They want the good stuff

Call up Greñas

Look to my right