Contando (part. Il Nene De Oro)
Brr, ey, ey, ey, brr
Ando con el Nene, salgo en el BM (o'Block, gang)
A 200 en la perse (ah), no hay quién nos frene (brr)
Tu perra nos vio (gang, gang), con nosotro' se viene
Entro empistola'o pa'l party, boto par de ciene' (ah, ah)
Boto los de ciene', de $150
Pregunta por mis Glock, toa' son 40
Somo' to' de menore', sino, no vale
En mi grupito puro gánster, puro' anormale'
Dando vuelta' en la GLA, unos Phillie enrolo
Salimo' to's caro' vestidos de Emporio
Combino la glope con la' 4 Toro
Bajando pa'l área, por ley me empistolo
De los bloque' to' venimo', por eso somo' bandido'
Nos bajamo' y te los damo', vo' sabí, no perdonamo'
Y, gang, gang, tu cadena la perchamo'
Brr, 1, 7, te los damo'
Los gánster llegando para el jangueo
Las mamis toa' puesta' pa'l perreo
Quieren chichar, en la cara se los veo
Con el Nene en la calle, pero nos buscan los feo'
Nos buscan los feo', a la Glock yo le doy dedo
A tu perra la miro como pega, yo la monrreo
La consumamo', la reventamo' (ey, brr, ey)
Y con el Giulianito puras perra' alta gama explotamo'
Gile' hablando de nosotro', nosotro' contando
En la calle alta gama siempre nos ven bajando
Puras chipeteá' les andamo' fronteando
Sobran par de Glock, toa' del contrabando
Y, brr, en la cara se los damo'
Y, brr, a tu puta nos culeamo'
Puros menoriti en la calle es que sonamo' (ey, ey, ey, ey)
Andamo' todos nítido', andamo' todos del año
Y, brr, en la cara se los damo'
Y, brr, los de 82 los descargamo'
Los menore' en la calle controlamo'
La pega sabe que siempre la consumamo'
Brr, ey, dímelo
Ey, Giuliano Yankees (giulianito, gang)
Giuliano Yankees
Ey, dímelo, el Nene, ey (o'Block, gang, gang)
Valdi en los controle'
25, 8
Ey (pa' las mamis)
Stars Music
Donde graban las estrella' (ah, 1, 7)
Y era, y era (money-Money-Money Boyz, gang)
Gile' hablando de nosotro', nosotro' contando
Gile' hablando de nosotro', nosotro' contando
Gile' hablando de nosotro', nosotro' contando
Nosotro' contando, nosotro' contando
Counting (feat. Il Nene De Oro)
Brr, hey, hey, hey, brr
I'm rolling with Nene, cruising in the Beamer (o'Block, gang)
Going 200 on the highway (ah), no one can stop us (brr)
Your girl saw us (gang, gang), she's coming with us
I roll up strapped to the party, throwing out some hundreds (ah, ah)
Throwing out the hundreds, worth $150
Ask about my Glocks, all of them are 40s
We're all young bucks, if not, it ain't worth it
In my crew, it's all gangsters, all straight-up crazies
Cruising in the GLA, rolling some Phillies
We all step out looking sharp in Emporio
Mixing the Glock with the 4 Toro
Heading down to the area, by law, I’m strapped
We all come from the blocks, that's why we're bandits
We step out and we give it to you, you know we don’t forgive
And, gang, gang, we snatch your chain
Brr, 1, 7, we give it to you
The gangsters are arriving for the hangout
The ladies are all ready to dance
They want to hook up, I can see it on their faces
With Nene on the street, but the ugly ones are looking for us
The ugly ones are looking for us, I give my Glock a finger
I look at your girl like a catch, I’m all over her
We consume her, we blow her up (hey, brr, hey)
And with Giulianito, we blow up high-class girls
Haters talking about us, we’re counting
In the street, high-class, they always see us coming down
We’re flexing with pure style
Got a bunch of Glocks, all from smuggling
And, brr, we give it to you in the face
And, brr, we smash your girl
All the young bucks on the street, that’s how we sound (hey, hey, hey, hey)
We’re all looking fresh, we’re all on point this year
And, brr, we give it to you in the face
And, brr, we unload the 82s
The young bucks on the street, we control it
The stuff knows we always consume it
Brr, hey, let me know
Hey, Giuliano Yankees (giulianito, gang)
Giuliano Yankees
Hey, let me know, Nene, hey (o'Block, gang, gang)
Valdi on the controls
25, 8
Hey (for the ladies)
Stars Music
Where the stars record (ah, 1, 7)
And that’s it, and that’s it (money-Money-Money Boyz, gang)
Haters talking about us, we’re counting
Haters talking about us, we’re counting
Haters talking about us, we’re counting
We’re counting, we’re counting.