I always go out of control
Molly in the power, the Lambo sounds
A bunch of armored vehicles guarding the boss
Diamonds on the Rolex, neck, and the horn
Military boots, with a vest but I'm also stylish
The white ones look like they sow terror
They shake the SCAR, the Rubicon is tough
Pure Scary Movie with the fifty

I bring little black ones on sale, they're Russians, not from Bimbo
At the skinny guy's command, they move or I move them here
From the office, they leave well-groomed
Either they align or we align them
Here we don't play with tazos, they're big hits
Fools, with slaps from the sky we quickly bring them down
Asses, powders, and money, there's a buffet here
And my tray is like Telcel

Buddy Gabo, Tito Double P, ooh
Oh, mama
That's how your buddy Gabito sounds, old man
Buddy Luis R
Buddy Tito
Boom, to hell, ooh

The colors change and the boss changes
Earpiece in the ear and in the super
Tijuana is his home, I attend to them
And with the puma, you already know the show
Exclusive European weapons I carry in the armored vehicle
And even France sees that the powder arrives well
For the shortys Dom Peri, for me a joint
Pure cherry mustard, and I'm warlike

I bring little black ones on sale, they're Russians, not from Bimbo
At the skinny guy's command, they move or I move them here
From the office, they leave well-groomed
Either they align or we align them
Here we don't play with tazos, they're big hits
Fools, with slaps from the sky we quickly bring them down
Asses, powders, and money, there's a buffet here
And my tray pulls more than Telcel

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