Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Young rich Don Dracula, I’m no longer called Sacky
167 (Hey, hey, hey)
In the square you die (gang, gang)
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Young rich Don Dracula, I’m no longer called Sacky
I ride in Santorini speeding in a Bugatti
I have no friends, only devils who don’t make deals
I get out of a Hellcat and they decide if you die
You’re born, live, and die, I’ll tell you a true story
That’s not a gangster, it’s just one of my shawties
Forget about crimes, bikinis suit you better
Buy yourself a Birkin and be a fashionable bitch
And my bars are hot, I snapped with a thot
Because she wants a real dawg, G wants my lollipop
On a blue Kawasaki, Suburra, Yakuza mafia
Cutting with a katana, we’re as hot as ultras, puta
Call me if you want a kilo of pure
We leave the club while I remove the safety
I load the click-clack, tonight what madness
I load the click-clack, tonight what madness

And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me
And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me

I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me
The smell of the cook, the noise of the stove
I cook it and from a gram, you get 0.4
Now your friend is depressed, you take a hit in four
My friend brings it door to door, but he doesn’t sell vacuums
He has great prices so I also have great prices
We play with knives, my gang like Spetsnaz
If you don’t pay the pieces, we fill you with confetti
I’m at the fish counter, choosing what I’ll eat for dinner
I go hunting when it’s dark, what will I eat tonight?
I display your body in the living room, wax mask
We’ve entered the trade, soon you’ll exit the scene

And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me
And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me (yo)

I’m out with the devils
I’m drinking coffee with a killer
The street knows what I’ve done, I can’t lie
I have a .9, a Kalashnikov, I’m ready to act
I have the contact and the warehouse, the rest you can understand
I talk to young and old like a real gangster
Here not a leaf moves or it also takes bullets (also her)
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me, it doesn’t come off
It’s a mix of jail and death
Toxic with the shoe, it sucks like the vacuum
I have the smell of the neighborhood, you instead of a homeless person
I’m with the devils and also with a thief
Bitch, no examples (no, no, no), she wants coke in her nose
You count like an anchovy, salty because it’s pu-
Bent, counting money, posture problems
Your friend is a fake G, you know he doesn’t last with us
I’m crazy for money, bro, like Pino with Kubra

And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me
And in the city, I’m out with the devils
We talk about kilos while eating from a plate
In the studios, all my Narcos are there
I carry the smell of my neighborhood on me

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