Ooh

A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face
I stay awake
But I feel my body deeply asleep
Between drugs and guns, chasing the packs
And we dodge the cops, the grim reaper protects me
From the fakes from afar
The picture is complete

I'm into bad things, the AK is my ally
We gamble with our lives, this is a coin toss
Deer instinct
Don't be surprised if you see me tense
And a Super with the devil in the grips
The deltas protect me like a shadow beside me
I'm all decked out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh

Ooh
And that's how your buddy Gabito sounds, old man
What's up, bro?
Pure Sonora, buddy Adriel
There's no more, old man
Oh, fuck!

Customized gun, frozen grips
I'm afraid of nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
My time is counted
Fame and frog skins, they move in the hustle
This life is borrowed and I owe nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live in memories

I'm into bad things, the AK is my ally
We gamble with our lives, this is a coin toss
Deer instinct
Don't be surprised if you see me tense
And a Super with the devil in the grips
The deltas protect me like a shadow beside me
I'm all decked out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh

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