Presidentes Muertos (feat. Anuel AA, Bryant Myers y Yovng Chimi)

Real till death, you hear, motherfucker?
Los Diablo' 'e Llorens, YOVNGCHIMI
Mera, tell me, Casper
Brr

I cut them in
We'll pin your Jordans on your helmet and leave your hair red like Rodman
Your face in a pool of blood, I kill you in the air
More rifle and more whore when I crown in the United
Mera, tell me, Casper
The untouchables, did you hear, you sycophant?

I have all the face of a dead president
The baby is armored, motherfucker, try and shoot
Your b*tch travels every time she stops
And he tells me that he is in money and that it doesn't stop him

I have all the face of a dead president
The baby is armored, motherfucker, try and shoot
Your bitch travels every time I stop
And he tells me that he is in money and that it doesn't stop him

We respect you and Llera's buzzes
The microphone in the sweatshirt
Shot with balls falls into black garbage bag
They stole ten jobs and said they fell, they died

I erased their faces and hung their leather
The coroner is traumatized by how the two dead people looked
They described it as a violent scene in the news
Bastard, I shit on your mother and your whole gang

I put a kilo on each helmet, there is war and the contracts have opened
The money just keeps coming in
Waiting for the kilos at the dock, my God, don't let it go wrong
Your bitch texting and calling everyone a scumbag
I'm going to fuck her and I'll make her suck

That 'killer' who today on the internet the only thing they do is tweet
You fantasize and you die, bastard, do what you're going to do and we're going to kill you
I don't trust anyone, there are very few real ones
I send the devils and they kill you in broad daylight on the street

First we were brothers, now they pay to kill me
But I'm ready to kill them every time they try
Real till death, you hear, you sycophant?

I am Baby Father, I will burn your legs like those from Torre
I have my devils OG, the minors that run through mine
We don't cheat anyone, I'm from Llorens Torres
Glizzy gang, Murder Gang, I pay whoever we get

Born and raised in La Metro, where they fill your space
G Walk and designer, with the guys from the teco'
Smokin' on dead niggas, they get away, we stop 'em dead
I don't stop, I tell the saints everything I sin

Tell me, Magic Casper
Without talking much, entering the music with an 'organic' number
The Diablo' 'e Llorens together with La Playa, their panic is noticeable
Always with the glizzy and the tools and I'm not a mechanic

Don't let it happen to you like—, shh, we kidnapped him in traffic
Like a stick, I made your bitch scream
Even if I make a million, I can crash you
LFNM as The Oriental

'It's a pain to be on fire' and that Yeru is not there
But for you the Money Wayy plaque is diamond-encrusted
[Chorus: Casper Mágico, YOVNGCHIMI, Anuel AA and Bryant Myers]
I have all the face of a dead president
The Lambo is 'armored', dammit, try it and shoot it

The bug sucks me every time I get up
She is real to death, brr, she doesn't stop
I have all the face of a dead president
The Lambo is 'armored', dammit, try it and shoot it
Your bitch comes every time I get hard
And he says he's a real gangster, that he doesn't stop

The kilo' in the nine, nine, ten president
The draco in Resident Mario
The bullets without a trace, bo, there is no evidence
I stole his balls like Alvarado in the Pelicans

You are not puppets because you use the X-Max
Bo, I do send them with the line and with the electric
And for the return I have Nesty's mind
Tell Jova it's two hundred for the big festival

Thank God I'm alive and my pocket is healthy
With all the faces, but only one face
The five dances in the fun cop
I lower it to your court and throw flow [?]

At the dock with pana' squaring your return
My bitch an AirTag for a kilo of slow
She arrives white from Saint-Tropez with her bangs cut like Lashley

Even the moreno's are yikiando with my spanglish
The stick with the aim like Billie Eillish
Bastard, watch your language or we'll empty your carts
Bryant Myers, tell me, Capser

It's raining outside, a million pounds are falling from the sky
What I have, you bastard, that will cost you a kidney
Don't compare yourself, there is no competition here
Here you buy Gucci combi, throw it away and don't repeat it

Pay attention to the rules of the game
If you die, you die
Andamo' lit up with all the powers'
I don't trust friends, nor women

Millionaire in music and I don't sell crack
Between garments and accessories there are more than 500K
It's fucking 'tar encendido' and that Panda is not there
But we lit the stick with the connected tit
I swore by loyalty ' now we are ' in Joseo
I already work on them, they don't cut off halfway

I have all the face of a dead president
The Lambo is 'armored', dammit, try it and shoot it
The bug sucks me every time I get up
She is real to death, brr, she doesn't stop

I have all the face of a dead president
The baby is 'shielded', dammit, try and shoot
Your bitch travels every time I stop
And she says that she is Money Wayy, that she doesn't stop

We are the Magical Ones, baby
Tell me, Casper
Come on, tell me, CHIMI
YOVNGCHIMI
Mera, tell me, Casper
The untouchables, did you hear, you sycophant?
(GLAD Empire)
Flow La Movie forever
Mera, tell me, Hydro
Real until death
Lots of draco's, lots of R's, lots of crime
Mera, tell me, Castle
Tell me, Holy Child
(Mera, call me Chris Jedi)
The AA
(Gaby Music)
Brr