I’m always out of control
Molly in the power, the Lambo sounds
Loads of armored ones watching over the boss
Diamonds on the Rolex, neck and the horn
Military boot, with a breastplate but I’m also fancy
The whites look like they sow terror hardcore
They shake the SCAR, Rubicón hits hard
Pure Scary Movie with the fifty-year-old
I bring bargain dark ones, they’re Russian, not from Bimbo
At the skinny guy’s command, they’re removed or I remove them here
From the office they leave well-groomed
Either they align or we align them
We don’t play with pogs here, it’s smackdowns
Dumbasses, we knock them down from heaven with punches
Asses, powders, and money, there’s a buffet here
And my tray is like Telcel’s
Compa Gabo, Tito Double P
Uh!
Oh, mama
That’s how your buddy Gabito sounds, old
Compa Luis R
Compa Tito
Fireworks, damn it!
Uh
The colors change and the pattern changes
Pea in the ear and on the big toe
Tijuana is their home, I attend to them
And with the puma, you already know what’s up
Exclusive European weapons I carry in the armored one
And even France can see how hardcore the dust arrives
For the shorties Dom Péri, for me a rooster
Pure cherry mustard, and I’m bellicose
I bring bargain dark ones, they’re Russian, not from Bimbo
At the skinny guy’s command, they’re removed or I remove them here
From the office they leave well-groomed
Either they align or we align them
We don’t play with pogs here, it’s smackdowns
Dumbasses, we knock them down from heaven with punches
Asses, powders, and money, there’s a buffet here
And my tray pulls more than Telcel