Buena Suerte (feat. Angelic Montero & Adrian Gamboa)

Hidden in the shadows

Runnin from the gallows

Rota rota rota

This is a denial

Sip it from the vial

Toma toma toma

Son risa querida

To please ya

Cause the clock expired, screechin' tires

There's no overtime

Dodgin bullets, engine full, it's on the line

Feel it creepin' in

Mala gente, buena suerte

Better luck next time

Falling from the cielo

We are not your angels

Truco truco truco

Nobody's above us (nuncio)

Burnin' all this rubber (chula)

All you ever do is habla habla habla

Son risa querida

To please ya

Cause the clock expired, screechin' tires

There's no overtime

Dodgin bullets, engine full, it's on the line

Feel it creepin' in

Mala gente, buena suerte

Better luck next time

Clock expired, screechin' tires

There's no overtime

Dodgin bullets, engine full, it's on the line

Feel it creepin' in

Mala gente, buena suerte

Better luck next time

When the night comes I’m the right one

Take a shot and then I light one

In the field straw hat overalls

Bullets looking like protocol

Won’t start something we can’t finish

Mero mero been the man in this

Got a briefcase with some cash in it

If it glitters gold gotta hand in it

Pushin start we hit the gas

Take it all we never ask

Where we go we do it pronto

This is Bonnie Clyde on the dash

It's not over til we're done, look at all that we've become

Corre corre it's begun

Now we got em on the run

And their time is up, we're second to none

Cause the clock expired, screechin' tires

There's no overtime (no overtime)

Dodgin bullets, engine full, it's on the line (it's on the line)

Feel it creepin' in (hey)

Mala gente, buena suerte

Better luck next time

Clock expired, screechin' tires

There's no overtime (no)

Dodgin bullets, engine full, it's on the line (it's on the line)

Feel it creepin' in (hey)

Mala gente, buena suerte

Better luck next time