JFM (Jovenes Flaites Milloneta) (feat. Pablo Chill-e y Julianno Sosa)

Gang, gang, gang
Blopa, you got me going crazy
Gang, gang
This is the trap, you motherfucker

Gang, gang
The trap of my homies, you motherfucker
Pablo, Blopa
Distobal, Aqua
They say Pablo wasn’t around
A lot of people say Pablo

A lot of people say Pablo wasn’t making noise
I was busy hustling in the crew
I was busy getting with the girl
Of the dude who was throwing down

Busy, splashing around, 'cause she was all wet
Nobody messes with my crew, or we’ll hit you
Watch out, with the green and red
With the blue, yellow too
I’m telling you, I won’t get mad

From the same plate we learned to eat
On the rooftops, we learned to run
By fourteen, we learned to move
All of you are just getting played
You’ll never come back to the gang

Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires

La-La drugs in the brains, but just in case
My-My-My little ones don’t play with the dice
They play to shoot
Cooking, no recipe, we’re filling the cups

With water in the glass, cake made, to have a hundred
Don’t shine the camera, we’re in the spot
And in the blind spot

We’re not figures but we use Diego’s ten
Bitch, let them come later, this ain’t nothing new
In this, it’s nothing good
I’ll eat that ass even with seeds like Toluene
We’re a bad influence, but we just tell the truth
When we take them out of the bubble and they get the shock

We come from the future, you come from the past
She tells me to go for it
I vaccinated that pussy and it wasn’t Sinovac
I got shooters just in case you don’t show
We got the yellow line and we don’t have VAR

Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires

In the BM we’re skrr
Double cup, I got Lean in the Gucci Bear
In the mansion, up on the roof, Parkour
I got one, two, three, four, five drip on the
Bitch you wanna smoke, what else?

Acting like a hoe
Yeah-Yeah-Always do what I want
This is trap, not for rappers
Bitch, drugs, traffickers, robbers

Young Juli makes money to throw it in the strip club
All shooters, all precise, we’ll fill you with holes
Is the beat over? Hell nah
Hot bullet, precise, I’ll kill you if I stop
They want peace, I don’t want it
Juli cuts like a gunman, I smoke and count money
In this, I was the first

Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires
Young thugs, millionaires, young thugs, millionaires

Prr
Yeah, Aqua Vs
Pablo Chill-E
Pablo
Yeah
Aqua
Blopa, Blopa, Blopa, Blopa
Distobal
Pablo, hey
Blopa on the beat
Distobal
The trap of my homies, you motherfucker
Gang, gang