(Intro)
Buenos Aires love
but here we got no sun
Full of concret
Murderers and bodies
Police hit people everyday
Drugs everywhere
We`re lonely
(Verse)
Everyday we got to say
"You gotta away"
Motherf**er im goin` straight
No radio, no label
We`re doin´ this for the music
Not for the money
Money , hurry honey
b**hes everywhere
I can`t see the morning
(Hook)
Our favorite color is grey
You can see it in our souls
You can see it in my face
(Verse)
We like to smoke every f**in day
What`s your f**ing problem with that?
Imma goin` hard,
Im goin` do it ,do it
with my f**ing trap
motherf**er imma goin` trap