Na' Nuevo

Real Until Death, did you hear, baby?
Brrr
The Untouchables, The Illuminati
Anuel
The short ones, the sticks, Versace, Louis Vuitton
It's nothing new, bastard
Brrr

It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we sew you up (we sew you up, brr) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I get into your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My gun and all my rifles are all new, uah-uah

You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust bitches but leather feels so good
The tits are a hundred, I empty the whole clip on you
And we fight with whoever, like Chapo or like Güero
We send you with the sticks and we crash you on the ride
I look into your eyes and I always read betrayal
When I close my eyes I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always give it fingers (Anuel), eh

The nine is nineteen painted in green and cream, special edition, baby
The R is for positions and shoots full and semi and in threes (brr)
All my bitches have money on their bodies and suck my dick on the jet (on the jet)
And I put a pearl on my dick to scratch your clit and I scratched it (hehe)
The Draco has drums and thirty-round clips upside down
My gun and the clips hooked in the Gucci and the Chicago jersey and the 10 (10)
Jordan dressed in red with the 45 and the 23 (23)
And I made the fly on the face and I emptied the 22s
I caught them in a light but my 4-7 jammed when I sent them (I sent them)
They sent me back but Koa and El Negro turned on the Rs at the same time (The Illuminati)
I got off with the Jordan and I hit them on the glass and squeezed them (brr)
And their boss called asking why and I told him because I turned

It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we sew you up (we sew you up) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I get into your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My gun and all my rifles are all new, uah-uah

You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust bitches but leather feels so good
The tits are a hundred, I empty the whole clip on you
And we fight with whoever, like Chapo or like Güero
We send you with the sticks and we crash you on the ride
I look into your eyes and I always read betrayal
When I close my eyes I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always give it fingers, eh (brr)

I have three routes on Jet Blue and by mail and in boxes by UPS (UPS)
I fell in love with the Rs and I made them full and I welded the 4-7s (I welded)
I sent it and I messed it up and I left their faces like a zombie from Walking Dead (brr)
My God forgive me, but that son of a bitch chotió and I crucified him (amen)
The skeleton took him and the R system is inside the AK (brr)
The slow kiosks, the perico kiosks and the cover kiosks
Magazines of 30 and the stick in hand, bastard, like the Pope
We're going to kill you and then we'll see your news on Xposed and on Wapa
The buttons and the hundred and fifty tits for the 9 and for the 40 (for the 40)
Selling the kilos of perico 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 we buy them at 50
3 kilos of tecata, 3 kilos of tecata, hand it to me on a silver platter
I put this dick in your bitch and the elephant's trunk in your cat
Brrr, I crowned, and we broke a kilo and I put it in
I hit so hard being in jail that it seems like I surrendered (brr)

It's nothing new (nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (we move them) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
We hit you with the Dracos and we sew you up (we sew you up, brrr) uah
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My little devil, I get into your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (nothing new)
My gun and all my rifles are all new, uah-uah

From Torre to La Calma
The Devils, did you hear, bastard?
Chris Jeday (brrr)
Hey, tell me Chris Jeday
May Gaya rest in peace, amen
Real Until Death, did you hear, bastard?
Gaby Music
Anuel
The Untouchables, The Illuminati
We're always with the 47, bastard
Haha