QUIENES SON

Tylian made the beat
Mera, tell me, letter D
Check how a flirt is broken, bastard

I'm not talking about guys, bastard, I make them
Why threaten them, asshole?, I kill them
I became a millionaire, my bro, from the users
I'm the enemy in the positions of your neighborhood

I have a white girl who wants me to blow her up
I'm malicious with balls
I have a 23rd that sends them with Beethoven
The pieces even with buttons and the Glocks I have for generations

I have foreign rifles just arrived from the can
A compliment if they pass by the block
Series without numbers, in the fanny goes the glizzy without a stick
Wheeling in Carolina, CDobleta
From Sabana Abajo, pure strain
And if I fall in prison, bastards I sing ñeta (ñeta)

Son of a bitch, you know who's talking to you, bastard, the one from the four-seven
Where we see them there are five cars, minimum, I sing son of a bitch
I'm going to hit you with all the sticks, bastard
Sincerely, you know, crazy guy, son of a bitch
Acho, bastard, I'm really annoyed
Ito forever, asslicker (ha, ha)

And what, and may Lalo rest in peace (rest in peace)
Kaleb was killed
And we caught that son of a bitch and we crashed him (obliged)
I changed the 30 for the mic and who didn't pull out the beak
We went into his corner and we caught him (we avenged him)

I send them and they climb on me
The spirits of Ito and Bayito and we are brothers
The sticks and the bail we pay for
Róncame, son of a bitch, and we lay you down
The little blacks, the Double we don't play

Who-who-who are the ones saying they're going in?
That I'm with a couple of chucki', riding in the van
Working, they snore at me, but they're never there
I don't go with ghosting, all of you are my fans
Who are the ones saying they're going in?
That I'm with a couple of chucki', riding in the van
Working, they snore at me, but they're never there
I don't go with ghosting, all of you are my fans

Hey, Dobleta
Tell these people, that I'm with a 23rd
Like with 17 brushes of 22
For those who lick, split them in half
Did you hear?
Sincerely, el Mencho, asslicker

Mera, tell me, Dobleta
Tell them we are the only minors who go for the elders
And they have a fucking panic in all sectors
Sincerely, Bigote
Tell Dobleta, that the 40s and 45s scream
Ha, ha
Sincerely, la F

Mera, tell me, Dobleta, brother
Snore all you want
That you know the power is on this side
That whoever ghosts, we split them in half
Sincerely, M
The undefeated one, they know

Tell me, CDobleta
This is Liiro, the Demon, yes-yes, bastard
The one from Lloren', sabana abajo, son of a bitch
I'm crazy to see him over there by Monserrate
To take out the part of the R-15 Sport
A compliment if they pass by the block