MANIACA (part. Daniel Cuevas)

(Double C)
(Double C)
It’s wicked outside
Kick it off with the white lights
A line of powder with my nose all dusted

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up
The girls go wild
They dig my style, but the stacks get 'em high

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up

And I don’t give a damn if some don’t like it
'Cause I always carry my fucking piece
Closing deals in Japan with the same Yakuza
You know it
Here the big girls are in style

The grips come from outside so the diamonds shine
The young guns ready to handle any scrap
Who knows how many governments and countries want me
They get frustrated
'Cause the badge always gets polished

Living like a dream where I’ve always been king
Nobody orders me around 'cause everyone knows I am the law
I’m grabbing the madness, heading to Monterrey
You see the caravans, it's been more than six

Shiny trucks, the cops don’t even dare show
Direct goods sent way out to the States
And the ranches
The boys are always ready
Alcatraz style, patrolling our zone

And on the AK, you see the sticker of the skull
The kids got tattoos where the skinny girl protects
Masks of the grim reaper they wear
And the vests are brand names
The click clack’s loud
The clip never goes dry

Kick it off with the white lights
A line of powder with my nose all dusted

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up
The girls go wild
They dig my style, but the stacks get 'em high

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up

The collared shirts with skull patches
Not just anyone goes to war
But I got the hang of it
And now the stained horn
Is always at my side
Numb from the fly club, it burned out

R15s, grenades, and submachine guns
In the caravans, the monkeys flaunt their rounds
For the flag, they give their lives and fulfill what the boss needs
And it ain't just for show, Freddy Krueger's packing heat

I carry a double clip
In the AMG, a damn customized Glock
Ready for any altercation
Sometimes Fendi, also DIOR
President of the day
Crazy on the freeway, the Shelby speeds off

The mini Draco’s camo’d out
In the clubs with hot girls all over
For private parties
I’m always pulling in some ladies or a model

And when Los Reynaldos play
Some sierreño tunes for the vibe
I’m in the Corvette
'Cause the connections always come from capos Salazar

Kick it off with the white lights
A line of powder with my nose all dusted

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up
The girls go wild
They dig my style, but the stacks get 'em high

No worries, they know the deal
We walk the line, if they don’t know, they should shut up

Double C
Compa Marcos
There’ll never be a worry here
Compa Wicked
Gunfire