Blanco y Rojos

Yecko on the beat
Yeah

I step out of the shadows with the Z like a rifle (with Sour)
I line 'em up straight (shoot 'em), death lays 'em down
Without getting squared away (they're going for the shot)
We give an instrument to every member of the band so the trumpet can sound (yeah, the rifles)
All the Russian rifles in two castles
Dude, we're ready on the trigger (we're ready, you know)
Hollow points in the brushes
Piece and machete like Deadpool, like the cousin (the J)
Sending pressure with the rhythm kingpin (the Devil)
Rolling with the Undertaker lighting up the four corners
Tell 'em, H, it's from Cataño to Carolina (tell 'em, H)
If they act tough, bastards, we’re coming for them
Applying discipline with the sticks on the stage

The tickets are here, get me one for the smoke
The Can-Ams, the KTMs, and the Zuma (grr)
Rolling with CDobleta, always Nike, never Puma
Rising like foam, shining bright like Luma
The record labels tell me if they deliver, we negotiate
Don’t call me, I’ll call you, I’m my own boss and we’re done
We cut the shackles, I’m a son of a bitch carbon copy
I climb up and we give it to you in the face
I’m Ali, the footwork, the forty with a flashlight
A modern truck, the kilos at dinner
Rolling with a little in the ride, the pills and the syrup
Don’t mess with me, you don’t fit, I’m hacked with all the codes

This is for the whites and for the reds (yeah)
For the whites and for the reds (you know)
Dude, I’m the one, you pick up, in case I get pissed
I grab the bag and jump in the crazy car (with the devils)
I’m going into your kiosk
Every meter is ours, tell me Tonto
I hit the track possessed with the T.O.R.O net (T.O.R.O)
Blind, mute, and deaf, the codes I run (the devils)
Through the sly line
Times have changed, a shot for the snitch
CDO with the H, the things jump potholes, put the bags CH
The sticks in Versace in case they come by the case (the devils), all my pieces have lasers
Whatever happens, my chains keep me safe

This is for the reds and for the whites, you point at me and you’re left crippled (Ah)
Chain with the Franco, never missing in the tango stores
From Juana Mato to Carolina, from Carolina to double L (we’re making money)
We’re counting paper, I know it hurts you
They don’t want me to fly, grandma, it’s not how you want it
But look at me on the TV

Hanzel La H, the one with the white eyes
Yo, tell me: Pa
Tell me H
Al-Quedas Incorporate
Like Kobe with the Lakers
Forever
Loyalty until after death
Yo, tell me CDobleta
LMN
Yo, tell me Yecko
The Double (Akos)
Speak up, damn it, we’re active