I don't need a code to introduce myself
And without details how's he gonna handle me
With no big tangle, you know, it's no lie
Better I'm not gonna talk too much
And a packed Backwood, it's stuffed
But I like it more from the square
Already real lit, two c*ke hits
From the triple that was there to roll
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning through the city
In the Urus I'm zooming, -ming, -ming, thumping the tracks
I won it on my own, but I had to lose too
I'm not what I want to be, but God guides me right
Already with my eyes closed
Devilish, listening to a big corridón
Rubber bands snap, fine babes
All set for the big party
If I get wild, note that it's work
I like feeling the pressure
Already real lit, stuck to the radio
Saint Michael is my protection
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning through the city
In Miami buzzing, -zing, -zing, pounding the tracks
I won it on my own, but I had to lose too
I'm not what I want to be, but God guides me right