NO FACE NO CASE (part. Il Nene De Oro y Lil Ocasio)
(Rrr, oye, dime Valdi, dime Daimi, dime Demon, brr)
(Andar tapizao' en la calle pa' nosotro' es normal)
(1.7, seventeen, Money Boys, puro de 32. Pa, la cara y era chuchetumare')
Ey, Rrr, ey
T-Tengo uno' demonio en el trafico de kilo'
Mucho' compañero' en la calle a sigilo
Tu conoce el de 30 queda asustao'
Tengo uno' draco que te dejan tiroteao'
Andar encapuchao' pa' nosotro' es normal
Pista de un millón pa' nosotro' es normal'
A-Auto, prenda, lujo pa' nosotro' es normal
Tambore' con lo draco en la calle habitual
S-Sin tirar la pauta ya tú sabes' quiene' somo'
No camino con la' rata', te borramo' en plomo
Como un soldado entrenado codo a codo
Con un kilo de la zaza corono yo solo
Tenemo' la glopeta en variedade' de colore'
Roja, azul y negra, peine' con extensione'
Hijo de la perra no me alumbre municione'
Hice mi carrera con solo dos cancione' (G-Gang)
Andar encapuchao' pa' nosotro' es normal
Pista de un millón pa' nosotro' es normal'
A-Auto, prenda, lujo pa' nosotro' es normal
Tambore' con lo draco en la calle habitual
Andar encapuchao' pa' nosotro' es normal
Pista de un millón pa' nosotro' es normal'
A-Auto, prenda, lujo pa' nosotro' es normal
Tambore' con lo draco en la calle habitual
N-No-No-No face, no case
Mi negro disparan por la ventana cuando vamo' en race
Corremo' de la poli' con mi bando, antiley
Ando con los gueros, nigga, órale wey, rr
(Ey, somo' 1. 7, somo' to' tu' taita)
(What?, what?, brr)
(Young slime niggas, dice)
S-Se muere el que me traiciona también to' el que me menciona
Canto' es puerco son 17 tiros tos' pa' tu zona
Cuando me veai' en persona con la glope no corrai'
Me enganche la retro 4, bitch te voy a mandar fly
Vo-lando encima del beat como estoy viajando a paise'
Te voa' darte un chipetazo pa' que perra, tu aterrice
'Tan viajando sin el pasaporte, siempre ando con el porte, de cabro chico puta que le doy mi corte
No face, no case
La familia activa tan ready to' lo' MoneyWayy
Le pongo el draco en la cara y te damo' un fuletazo
Me tatue la mano derecha, puta llevo la muerte en el brazo, brr
Perate', perate'
ONE4OTowers, cabrón, oite'
Dime snow, dime nene de oro, dime chitro
El nene es lo' kilero', cabrón que va a hacer
Yeah, una mafia cabrona tenemo' el cartel de pablo
Siete mil cabrone' pa' la' guerra yo no hablo
Yo llamo a pulpa y te prende el pulposo
Me engancho la ski mask con el draco modo diablo
La' puta' me llueven a ti te llueven la' bala'
Me meti do' trama' ya no siento ni la cara
Tu puta me falta y le empujamo' la culata
El día en que me muera voa' jalarte por la' pata'
Pa' prenderte el AK y en la cara te en lo empeto'
Cogemo' tu sangre y se lo' damo' a lo' Teco'
El bolsillo lleno ya no quiere estar seco
Lo' doy en la cara y miro a trave' del hueco
Sacamo' el boquiabierto el que por medio lo' parte
Si no no' conoce lambebicho dale salte
SI llamo a [?] en la cara el va a darte
Ando con lo' diablo' no hay ninguno que me falte
(Hijueputa)
Brr, Money Boys
El nene, chuchetumare'
El nene malo, brr
Ey, tenemo' esa ruta del dinero
Rr, de Puente Alto a to' lo' sectore' (seventeen)
Ey, (O'Block gang) dime Villa Francia (lo bloque', chuchetumare')
Dime La Carol, puro compañero frecuente' en la calle
Ja
(Dime Daimi, tamo' haciendo puro' palo')
(Puro hit, comandando el drill y el detroit en la calle)
(Chuchetumare, rr)
NO FACE NO CASE (feat. Il Nene De Oro and Lil Ocasio)
(Rrr, hey, tell me Valdi, tell me Daimi, tell me Demon, brr)
(To walk covered in the street is normal for us)
(1.7, seventeen, Money Boys, pure of 32. Pa, the face and it was chuchetumare')
Hey, Rrr, hey
I-I have demons in the kilo traffic
Many partners on the street stealthily
You know the one from 30 gets scared
I have dracos that leave you shot
Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual
W-Without throwing the hint you already know who we are
I don't walk with the rats, we erase you in lead
Like a trained soldier side by side
With a kilo of zaza I crown alone
We have the gun in various colors
Red, blue and black, magazines with extensions
Son of a bitch don't light me up with ammunition
I made my career with just two songs (G-Gang)
Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual
Walking hooded is normal for us
A million track is normal for us
Car, jewelry, luxury is normal for us
Drums with the draco on the street habitual
N-No-No-No face, no case
My black shoot through the window when we're racing
We run from the cops with my gang, anti-law
I'm with the white guys, nigga, come on man, rr
(Hey, we're 1.7, we're all your dads)
(What?, what?, brr)
(Young slime niggas, dice)
S-He who betrays me dies, also everyone who mentions me
I sing like a pig, 17 shots for your area
When you see me in person with the gun don't run
I hooked up the retro 4, bitch I'm gonna send you flying
Flying over the beat as if I'm traveling to countries
I'm gonna slap you so that bitch, you land
Traveling without a passport, I always have the look, like a kid, bitch, I give you my cut
No face, no case
The active family is ready for all the MoneyWayy
I put the draco in your face and we give you a shot
I tattooed my right hand, bitch I carry death on my arm, brr
Wait, wait
ONE4OTowers, bastard, listen
Tell me snow, tell me Il Nene De Oro, tell me chitro
The kid is the kilo, bastard what are you gonna do
Yeah, we have a badass mafia, we have Pablo's cartel
Seven thousand bastards for the war I don't talk
I call pulpa and it lights up the octopus
I hooked up the ski mask with the draco devil mode
The whores rain on me, the bullets rain on you
I got into two plots, I don't even feel my face
Your bitch is missing me and we push the butt
The day I die I'm gonna pull you by the leg
To turn on the AK and stick it in your face
We take your blood and give it to the Teco's
The pocket full doesn't want to be dry
I give it in the face and look through the hole
We open the mouth the one who splits it in half
If you don't know us, lick it and jump
If I call [?] in the face he's gonna give it to you
I'm with the devils, I don't lack any
(Son of a bitch)
Brr, Money Boys
The kid, chuchetumare'
The bad kid, brr
Hey, we have that money route
Rr, from Puente Alto to all the sectors (seventeen)
Hey, (O'Block gang) tell me Villa Francia (the blocks, chuchetumare')
Tell me La Carol, pure frequent companions on the street
Ha
(Tell me Daimi, we're making pure hits)
(Pure hit, commanding the drill and the detroit on the street)
(Chuchetumare, rr)