Finta de Maleante

Thug feint, suck-up rifle
A nine to the belt of the collection
My gold slave and my Dior boots
Strawberry wash, white the cigarrón
I'm from Chihuahua where the plebitas are brave
And life is worth a bullet

Tuned truck, speed
I like to carry the third horn
A bag of dust from the original
With a good corrido he goes out to the city
They say, life is for those who dare
Well, go for it so they can get fired up

They say I've changed, that I'm a real jerk
But neither the moles nor they know who I am
If at any time I offended some
Improve your actions when talking about me
An apology, to absolutely no one
I don't live to please them

I am one of those people who are very real
If something doesn't fit me, I won't fit in
They look for the honest, they look for the loyal
But they get offended if you speak the truth
Who understands them, because they judge without knowing me?
Come closer, I'm different

From 6-14, I am from there
And their bad vibes are motivation
Just because the plebs have already calmed down
They see it differently than it was uploaded
Before they didn't even talk, they didn't even pay attention to me
And now they even hug me

Thug feint, suck-up rifle
A nine to the belt of the collection
My gold slave and my Dior boots
Strawberry wash, white the cigarrón
I'm from Chihuahua where the plebitas are brave
And life is worth a bullet