The girl's calling me
She wants me to go see her right now
I'll give her what she needs
She hugs me and feels the little Glock
And I'm iced out to the teeth
They think I'm a criminal
Because of the smoke and this vibe
Since I'm rolling with so many people
Upwards for what, downwards
Don't ask me what's in my cup
Two Cayennes keep up with the pace
She's got two skulls on her arm
Affirmative, five by five, on point
In the Benz I put on corridos
She turns it down so it won't make more noise
Her dude thinks I'm his friend
And that's how the tumbados sound, babe
And even if he floors it, he can't catch me
The sports car always passes them
Burning some good herb
And now they just look up at me
They come and tell me they care about me
They don't even know me, they just look
At how I move, how it shines
Her eyes have me wrapped up
Her perfume smelling like skin
The wind steals your kisses from me
What we lived were moments
Upwards for what, downwards
Don't ask me what's in my cup
Two Cayennes keep up with the pace
She's got two skulls on her arm
Affirmative, five by five, on point
In the Benz I put on corridos
She turns it down so it won't make more noise
Her dude thinks I'm his friend