When we shoot these guys, every day With flow in the voice Of course we shoot them, shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah I know that rage makes people talk, but I don't give a fuck We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah 11-43 under the age to do the same Look at the box, you're sick of X How do I fuck them, a Philadelphia girl Tell me where they are, those who do the crazy That I break his neck, I'm not afraid of you I run after the bears, a bear fur The guy is weird, he looks at me weird, I don't owe him a round And there are the little ones, who have spread Because there are the keufs, who have squatted The whole city, empty bag Cut and detailed, after packed A minute paid, suitcase for the summer Suitcase for the summer Of course we shoot them, shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah I know that rage makes people talk, but I don't give a fuck We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah 11-43 under the age to do the same I'm here for the pesos, yeah I pull up those niggas, yeah You know my name, yeah It's Chaco Lamelo, yeah The mind of the text, my friend Always in peace, my friend I don't have the time to listen to you Those who are here only for the buzz, my friend Every day, we zone out You won't see, we zoom in We shoot you for the money Every day, we zone out Shoot them, shoot them, lay them Arms, arms, arms like Jessie Of course we shoot them, shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah I know that rage makes people talk, but I don't give a fuck We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah 11-43 under the age to do the same There's no other rhythm than those niggas There's always mourning when there's a gun Minimum status on the networks She wants to become the queen of my car And the big ones have big ones, the little ones no longer have big ones The suburbs are the law of the strongest When I was a kid, I wasn't one of those who played But in front of the orgy, it's the king of silence I have something to screw on the left, instead of that I stay the same on the mark of the little ones She doesn't give a fuck about me She just wants the character, I have the key to the Tesla We crossed a few more meters towards the Red Buzz Your head, we stuck on it We land at 72 like the Russian army Of course we shoot them, shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah Check the radio, they talk But I don't give a fuck We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah We shoot, we shoot yeah 11-43 under the age to do the same Oh