F's (part. Gabito Ballesteros)

The girls heat up
They hallucinate, chat when they're with this lion
I uncover fine water, post stories, girls
The Pirate's flag, the plaza is quite warlike

Like a shadow I carry a saint
Put the dick behind, I don't forgive betrayal
I have seven necklaces blessed by the godfather
My Armani horn that supplies, pantheon of the crucifix

Do they want the golden box or the silver one
Their girls become widows in a flash
Old Norin' horn
To commit crimes
Philipp Plein, skulls, LV glasses
Looks like a student, looks flashy
Ready for disorder
In one and always on the edge

Straw powder for the F's, there are plenty
I send the laundry packages and go unwind
In the butt a clue, they'll know
Controlling the drones, the lord is active

Do they want the golden box or the silver one
Their girls become widows in a flash
Old Norin' horn
To commit crimes
Philipp Plein, skulls, LV glasses
Looks like a student, looks flashy
Ready for disorder
In one and always on the edge