My hands are full of blood, eh
The weed, feet in it
Cut without a pair of gloves
You're targeted in time, ah
Kilos of weed in the house
There's this bitch in the house, yeah
I fuck you, I don't leave you the leftovers
Drive the wrong way, eh

Scared by the price, scared by the risks
It's true, their life is sad
She tells me she's taken
She tells me she's taken when
I don't have my wad of cheese
The king, it's always the customer
I make gold on the tens, eh

I have my eyes open but I don't see you
No need to speak in a low voice
I don't care, I grew up in the dirt
I don't care, I grew up in the ice
I don't care, you're going to make room for me coño
Montana wants to fill the atlas
And you're not good if you don't have an ass
There will be weed in the Class S, promised
There will be- in the Class S
You had twenty K, you blew it all
Today, they made you crack
I could never stand them, no
I'm never free so I drink liters
I always have the lead
I always have my dough in a safe place, huh

Hi, you saw, I stutter, eh, eh
Hi, you saw, I stutter, eh, eh
Hi, you saw, I stutter, eh, eh, eh
Hi, you saw, I stutter

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