Real Hasta La Muerte, did you hear, baby?
Brrr
The Untouchables, The Illuminati
Anuel
Shorts, sticks, Versace, Louis Vuitton
It's nothing new, bastard
Brrr
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack up all the kilos and move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we stitch you up (we stitch you up, brr) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I bury myself in your totito, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are new, uah-uah
You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust hoes but leather feels so good
The tits are a hundred, I empty the whole clip on you
And we fight with anyone, like El Chapo or like El Gero
We send you with the sticks and crash you on the boulevard
I look into your eyes and always read the betrayal
When I close my eyes, I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always give it to her (Anuel), eh
The nine is nineteen, painted green and cream, special edition, baby
The R is for positions and shoots fully and semi and in threes (brr)
My hoes all have money on their bodies and suck me off in the jet (in the jet)
And I put a pearl on my dick to tickle your clit and I tickled it (hehe)
The Draco has drums and thirty-round magazines upside down (upside down)
My pistol and the magazines hooked on the Gucci and the Chicago jersey and the 10 (10)
Jordan dressed in red with the 45 and the 23 (23)
And I flew in their face and emptied the 22s
I caught them in a light but my 4-7 got jammed when I sent them (I sent them)
They sent me back but Koa and El Negro turned on the R at the same time (The Illuminati)
I got off with the Jordan and hit them on the glass and squeezed them (brr)
And their boss called asking why and I told him because I turned around
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack up all the kilos and move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we stitch you up (we stitch you up) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I bury myself in your totito, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are new, uah-uah
You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust hoes but leather feels so good
The tits are a hundred, I empty the whole clip on you
And we fight with anyone, like El Chapo or like El Gero
We send you with the sticks and crash you on the boulevard
I look into your eyes and always read the betrayal
When I close my eyes, I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always give it to her, eh
I have 3 routes in Jet Blue and by mail and in boxes by UPS
I fell in love with the R's and shot them fully and soldered the 4-7s
I sent it and messed it up and left their faces like a "Walking Dead" zombie (brr)
My God forgive me, but that son of a bitch messed up and I crucified him (amen)
Death took him and the R system is inside the AK
The slow kiosks, the perico kiosks and the cap kiosks
30-round magazines and the stick in hand like the Pope
We're gonna kill you and then we'll see your news on Xposed and Wapa
The buttons and the hundred and fifty tits for 9 and 40
Selling perico kilos at 35 like Pablo in the '80s (Pablo Escobar)
Jordan with the 23 and the 9 and the 45 in the '90s
And at 90 we sell the slow kilos but buy them at 50
3 kilos of tecata, 3 kilos of tecata, deliver it to me on a silver platter
I put this dick in your hoe and the elephant's trunk in your cat
Brrr, crowned, and we broke a kilo and I made it disappear (disappear)
I hit so hard in prison that it seems like I surrendered (brr)
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack up all the kilos and move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we stitch you up (we stitch you up, brr) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I bury myself in your totito, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are new, uah-uah
From Torre to La Calma
The Devils, did you hear, bastard?
Chris Jeday (brr)
Mera, tell me Chris Jeday
May Gaya rest in peace, amen
Real Hasta La Muerte, did you hear, bastard?
Gaby Music
Anuel
The Untouchables, The Illuminati
We're always with the 47, bastard
Haha