LOUD (part. Il Nene De Oro, Lleflight, Piero 47, 3TRIPLE J & JulianoChieff) DRAKOMAFIA (English Translation) Lyrics

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

My R looks like Rihanna, dark-skinned, with big breasts
In the Backwood’ Cigar’, over five bills
Sprite purple drink, high, top of the note
Roman, Floyd Mayweather, never a defeat
Never sleeping, always cooking
In my gang, all are Chucky
The infra’ that will soon be the Rookie
We are bandits, we are fucking
With the family spending racks (the racks)
In the backpack, the PG and the Glack
We speak with our hands, all in my gang
This shit is true, all mine do bang
With a Ferrari we don’t put money in commercials
Here everything is organic
You don’t have fear, what you have is panic
Youngsters are new, with bills in a fan
The R’s are made of iron and the blows are made of plastic

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Cro-

Only Prada, the bitches are all expensive
My n***** with the most expensive one
They don’t play, they shoot you (Bang-bang)
Only real gang, this bitch
My n***** in Miami Beach
Without traveling, chicken, take off your suits
Take it easy, to relax
We’re high in mileage
A couple of kilos that I brought them, high voltage bitch
Living a movie, this is a short film (Gang-gang)
Smoking loud, with the Benja OG
Free for all my G’s, while I’m in the street
Look at all my drip, look at all my ice
Look at all my ice, I’m fucking a model
On all fours with the caramel, Louis Vuitton lined in leather
Now I mess with who I want, she gives head but doesn’t complain

We’re on the block, all blooded
Here in the flag, we’re active with the Glock
Bring me the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

We’re on the block, all blooded
Here in the flag, we’re active with the Glock
Bring me the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

In the mafia of Pudahuel, in prison Las Moscas
We watched you completely, we did more than just cut you
Long gun and short gun (Pah)
I do what I want, that’s why they can’t stand me (Ha)
Come here and bounce real hard
On social media they’re tough guys, but tell me face to face
The cops follow me, they know I’m a criminal
But I never stop, even if they yell stop
From Flamengo, black and red with the Breds
When I fall I get up again
I see what you don’t see
I walk with the fierce bull and my bitch the Infrared
Fools want to see me weak, but it backfired on them

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

I combed them with a banana, they’re all Lacoste
The mafia like in the times of the explosion
In the motorcycle we hit you with the Monster suits
We come out all armed with my gang on the block (Brr)
This is the mafia, flow Sosa (Mafia)
To the snitches, I have a chariot ready
Gangster life, a dangerous life
Life for the enemy, to see how he enjoys it
If not, we knock them down in the street (Brr-brr-brr)
War machine, Gervonta flow
Here only united against
High caliber, like a ruffian
We come joking from the times of the Nokia’s
I put the beat for the one who blesses it
None of Rivera’s, wrote with a flow from outside
You guys are soft, in case it slipped
That’s why the fathers are hoisting the flag

With the R15 I’m going to customize your whole face
Expensive clothes, expensive bitches, the Sig Sauer goes off
My lyrics are the most expensive, I wear the mask
Your girl gets on all fours and I make her mask, ah
My gang smells like luxury
Yours are Instagram thugs, they see me and they get scared
We spend in Gucci what music generates
And I have enough to flex a BM on the highway
With Dolce & Gabbana, Alviero Martini, chilling with Panky’
Don’t call, it’s five grand for the party
I burst Playboy, but they’re not Casti’
Don’t talk to me about spending, if I catch you I’ll take your plastic surgery
You can see the G2C on my waist
A king in Cerro Navia, I’ll soon reach the goal
Bills with elastic, we also count money
And we’re controlling the area like the Zetas in Mexico, grr

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

We’re on the block, I loaded the Glock
In it, I’m active with my Glock
Bring the Sprite, I mixed it with the sedo’
We leave it full of holes like Crocs

Today we sing invictus, always with the pistos’ (Ha)
Bring out the pistols, I don’t stick to anyone
Because my gang is one
For those who are confused, we have enough guns
We’re in the Trap, nigga
I have an angel, like Tego, who watches over me
Lil Smoke Freek, may God bless my gang
The most expensive product in the league and for my mother to live
I’m making money so she can have her mansion
Quick money, I hit with a song
Thug in the songs and in the hood
Angels look after me, blessed, I have protection
I don’t deal with envy, because I grew up in the Ghetto
In the Ghetto, it’s known who is real and true
For Rome, all gangster, fearless
And for those who get jealous, I comb them all