Bota Bota (part. Joaquin Medina)

I move the weed, carry a fleet
Boot, boot, and it's not a ball
Your big head is the one that explodes
With the tunes they're singing now
The legacy ones already left
They started with the Chinese one
They bring pure fire, it's the custom
The little tires already burned

Light up the joint, take out the smoke
I like to walk really chill
Thinks she's tough, don't be a hose
A good beating is what awaits you
Good head and a lot of skill
And the green relaxes my mind
I go to the neighborhood and see an opponent
The neighborhood is already lit up

Very fine brands, that's my life
I check out the neighbor
The codeine, I have it served
Since fifteen, the scene
Red sole, the one that behaves
I have sticky merch
Those joints that explode
That the guy on the corner sold me

I retire, I say goodbye
In a yellow Camaro
You hear Nata, the guns sound
In case they mess with me
Collecting debts, making money
With diamonds even in the teeth
I go to the neighborhood, see an opponent
The neighborhood is already lit up

Corridos playing, dog