AC-REJE
Balas pa' sus patas
Los tengo bailando
Ac-reje, ac-reje
Ac-reje, ac-reje
Ac-reje, ac-reje
La combi es dolce
Smoking red velvet
El tra renoe
La bala del 9
Si se alzan
Pa la head
Pa la head
Pa la head
Toa mi prenda cara
Diseñadores paca no hay cosa charra
Salimos con máscara
A reventarlos de la kinta saben soy la para
Mi Glock australiana
Y no cuento oveja, pero too el día cuento lana
Ey
Vida no cotidiana
Ciego sordo y mudo paca no existen rana
Anti snitche
Tú sabe que nunca duermo yo siempre ando
Pendiente al enemy
La calle es chica
A mí no me mienta
Porque ya me dijeron todo de ti
Apenas termine este palo
Nos vamos de puta
Ando con el kickz
La perra como diskera
Todo' los días pelean por mí
Balas pa' sus patas
Los tengo bailando
Ac-reje, ac-reje
Ac-reje, ac-reje
Ac-reje, ac-reje
Ac-reje, a
AC-REJE
Bullets for their legs
I have them dancing
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
The van is sweet
Smoking red velvet
The tra renoe
The bullet from the 9
If they rise
For the head
For the head
For the head
All my expensive clothes
Designers here, there's nothing cheap
We go out with masks
To blow them up from the fifth, they know I'm the one
My Australian Glock
And I don't count sheep, but all day I count wool
Hey
Not an everyday life
Blind, deaf, and dumb, there are no frogs here
Anti snitch
You know I never sleep, I'm always
Watching the enemy
The street is small
Don't lie to me
Because they already told me everything about you
As soon as this stick ends
We're going to party
I'm with the kickz
The bitch like a record store
Every day they fight for me
Bullets for their legs
I have them dancing
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, a