CUELNERA (part. Rochy RD)

Turn me up
Damn, almost give me more
Haha, chill out, I’m gonna give it to you, so you can feel it
We’re the kings of the drill
(Hey, what’s it say, wawawa)
The kings of the drill, son of a bitch

Stepping on heads, watch the soles
I told you: Whatever you want
Go ahead, I’m gonna give you a ride
And I’ve got a thousand ways to take you out
To set you up, I got a girl
We’re rolling in the Howard, racing
I’m cutting through, babe, don’t move
I’m still vibing with the cuelnera

I regret not shooting you
After we had you on the ground (oh)
You sent your shorty to set me up (eh)
But she snitched on you first (first)
They suck my dick when they’re in front
In person, they’re so brave
It’s not the same seeing us with ski masks (ski mask)
Also with the coats and the see-throughs (see-through)

In a sports car with the strap and the coats
Like we’re dealing with kilos
He’s saying: He wants to get in
After I light it up, I’m gonna give it sound
They pass on the bridge, but we light it up, eh
He’s jealous because we gave it to him
Bring me a piece, we’ll split it
We stopped at the mall, we locked it down and we left

The car sounds, run, run
We hit him with a headshot, he came out of the sound room
After we used the ski mask
With the strap up, we changed the Moon
We came in breaking heads
Grinding penco, you don’t know it
Look at El Azulito on the floor
He came out in the video for YouTube
I moved him from sound
She’s a bitch, I’m right
She told me about the bestie
Wants me to pick her up to make a mess

And we’re out in the street letting loose
You saw the shooters on TV
The cops– they messed with us
They always put us on repeat
The kings of the drill, with the rap face
We’re left on the highway (-way)
The leather does what we want (want)
Keep those two clips in the bag (bag)
At 200, we stopped in Santiago
The leather’s crazy to meet us (-us)
The enemies don’t want problems
They’ll stab you in the back, that’s why the clip’s full (full)

Stepping on heads, watch the soles
I told you: Whatever you want
Go ahead, I’m gonna give you a ride
And I’ve got a thousand ways to take you out
To set you up, I got a girl
We’re rolling in the Howard, racing
I’m cutting through, babe, don’t move
I’m still vibing with the cuelnera

From Santiago to the capital
With a cup of Lean on the highway
The tops are quieting me down
With the strap under the sole
We’re out with the hammer
The gang’s entering the party
A bad one lighting up the weed–
Looks like she’s from the Illuminati crew (wheel, wheel)

Rochy
The Goat of the Movement
Gra, oh