Ticke (feat. YOVNGCHIMI)

Here the ticket is spent, the ticket is spent
Look at the flow, the bling and the two-seater
The movie when we go down to Brickell
The VIP all full of bad bitches

More money for snitches
I don't kill, but mine are on switch
Whoever ghosts goes to the water with the fish
It's Mvrda Gang, bitch

In the VIP with the demons
From the case, we dress designer (did you hear?)
And in the club, bastard, we come at you shooting
She's complete, she's a bandit's woman
I don't even touch the bank, I finance her with the kilos

Whether it's in Brickell, whether it's in Condado
We break the hangouts always with thirty soldiers
I feel like El Cabo, 47 in all the cars
I enter booby trap and it's a downpour with the cash

Was that your baby? Mom, well, we killed him
Here the ticket is spent and we pay for your body (the devils)
I'm pumped in the Hellcat, bastard, we almost turned it over
We give it all to the babies and always spruce them up

Sporty two-seater, they know I'm a pitcher
They don't know two bad bitches, they want to be pampered
The hit with the switches, the devils are on switch (the devils, ah-ah)
And whoever ghosts goes to the water with the fish
Here the ticket is spent, the ticket is spent

Look at the flow, the bling and the two-seater
The movie when we go down to Brickell
The VIP all full of bad bitches
More money for snitches
I don't kill, but mine are on switch (Under Water)
Whoever ghosts goes to the water with the fish

Hey, you know who it is (The Flavor)
Yeah, ah

I enter the club and pop bottles
The babies like the boss flow, ah
I'm of race and they are sato
I'm going to last forever, not just for a while (says)

And I'm a pervert, I put her on all fours
I straighten the coat
And I escape, I'm behind what I snatch
Decided, for mine I kill
I'm like Don for the times of the Orphanage (Dei V)

Making the horns rumble
Like before in the marquee parties, yeah
Light up and pass, let the machine start
The whores and the fine ones and the boys on the corner

We roll blunts, never grills
A note of pills that tickle my eyes, yeah
And they don't know what's going on behind the curtain
See how I give them class, come on, sit in the chair
Dei V

Here the ticket is spent, the ticket is spent
Look at the flow, the bling and the two-seater
The movie when we go down to Brickell
The VIP all full of bad bitches
More money for snitches (The Flavor)
I don't kill, but mine are on switch (hey, tell me, Yizus, in the fuckin' rhythm)
Whoever ghosts goes to the water with the fish (daddy, applying the perreo as it is, bastard)

The Martians
You know who it is, hey
Under Water