On Fleek (feat. YOVNGCHIMI, Dei V y Ankhal)

You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
(Lanalizer Got The Fire)
Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person
The trapper of trappers
The Millogánster, the Mynor

They are fashion, I'm trendy every season
They don't believe my deal, we're putting it on the line
All the Millogánsters with the forty in the sten
You live it with me, Bosti, and I put it on you-

Nigga, all the shit you talk you don't do it
From the heart, don't paint yourselves as ostriches, je
You already know that if we arrive, it's best to evacuate
If it's not domi, it's venezue'

I snore at them, but I never fall asleep on them
We hit harder than Duki, now everyone wants to echo
Cross the line and I'll put you in the fence
I take two Flakka and I don't even remember the fulete, brrr!

Shining like the VVS
Don't touch them or my ninjas will take down the sensei
They don't want them, that's why they don't show themselves
I saw them, they're after me

We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard

We keep on fleek
You guys shoot for the bitches, slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say

Yeah, you really a bitch, in the streets we're deep
I be really moving bricks, spending the packs on the drip
Young rich nigga, bastard, I rose by balls
I'm buying cars, guns and all the sticks with drums

I notice you're weird, maybe it enlightens you
I learned to be armed 24/7, it's already a habit
My dad was killed, I don't know where he's buried or when his birthday is
In hell I might join him

I have more money than all those who are hating
This AP going crazy, I was dancing, huelebicho, yeah, he's skating
You know that touching me, that's a maybe
I'm always with Dei V, with my shooters from Lloréns, Tracy McGrady

Cooking the drugs inside the pot with the ferry
My devils burn your face like Freddy
The brother calling from the celi system
Says he wants murder like Melly

And if Payball doesn't give him more than a hundred shots, he doesn't want to leave
We set on fire anyone who wants to die
All my clothes are talking to your baby
I put it on her with the Draco in the back of the Bentley

We keep on fleek
For you I shoot and for the bitches slap
They see the VVS and get hot
Glizzy Glock, we celebrate with the WAP
Glizzy Gang, The Devils

They don't put pressure, you take it
Let them step aside, they don't put it on, I have old presidents and I'm young
The babies calling since they saw me in the foreign
Dressed in designer with the frozen neck

An AP, Cuban choker, Berlanga flow, I'm chosen
I roll a Wood, everyone knows I don't smoke Dutches
It's for the 1942, that I don't drink rosé
Bastard, avoid the friction or I'll take out the full from the closet

This is underwater, we put a silencer on the barrel
And we put you wherever, it don't matter
You see me fronting so the hater sucks
I get on the ship and start it without a key

Everyone knows that mine are the money and the babies
Crazy with Dei V when I take it to the pelvis
Go and check the point, it looks like a servi'
I get up late and put them to bed early

Dei V, yeah

We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard

We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard

On fleek
I put it in the babies and it reaches their belly button
These people want to war and I love the corn beef
Obli-, obli-gao
They all want to fuck with the Anti Judas
Don't ask me to go slow
My balls are heavy like bowling balls
I got two shots on the right side
And now I hit with the left like Manu Ginóbili

The sticks and the short ones are my language
Even in the jungle you catch this thuggery, bastard
Your bitch is waiting for me to split her
She asked me for ass and I said: Don't fuck it up, bastard

The sticks and the short ones are my language
Even in the jungle you catch this thuggery, bastard
You're not a gangster
That the traffic lights are red, yellow and green doesn't mean they're Rasta

We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard

Millogánster, the trapper of trappers
Look, tell me, Dei V
Look, tell me, CHIMI
Indica, Anti Judas
La Familia, Los Marcianos, Millo Gang
Tell me, Ninow
Gaby Music, Chris Jedi
Lanalizer
The GOAT of fire