Feliz Año Nuevo

Good morning, baby girl
The boss, dude
I’m talking to you, accept my friendship proposal, man
Real G4 Life
Do you want to be my buddy? Just say yes
Codeine dude
Alright man, come hang out with the crew, man
Young Hollywood

You talk to your crew, and I talk to my organization
How do I take you out first? In the street or at a station?
All this is musical, but whoever messes with me is dead
The East is gonna bite, and I’m gonna sleep with your women
You got more cash than me, but who respects you?
You’re hiding out in New York, tired of getting slapped
You’re not like me, I live off my recipes
I fill the clip, go and empty it on you
Man, you’re not the boss, you’re Pina’s bitch
The biggest loser to ever walk through his office
Handing out percentages to your manager
They also said you act like a rapist
Showing your junk live, gross, what a disgusting sight
Dude, get yourself a hooker for your needs
Or if you want, come by one of my brothels
You’re always with guys, you like ballplayers
I remember back in the 2000s, you took a bottle to the head
Man, that was my town, we also throw shots
From Juncos to 65, man, I’m not alone
The full-auto .45s, we park you solo
Look at your crew, it looks like a game of quarters
In the drawers, the artists, never come out and broke
Understand, don’t front or I’ll kidnap and rob you
If we stay musical, in a rap battle I’ll tear you apart
Ah

You want to mess with one
Thinking you’re gonna rob or assault someone
You’re gonna kidnap someone, or you’re gonna kill someone

Happy New Year, you suck my dick
Happy New Year, you suck my dick
Happy New Year, you’re a dick sucker
Happy New Year, you suck my dick

Rabbit, you’re a fool who throws shade but doesn’t name me
Dude, since I came out, you’re scared of your own shadow
At the Grammys, in Chambea, the same outfit as Lady Gaga
Darell caught you in Condado, you cried, almost shit yourself
If you’re not street, don’t front to complain
When you fall and get hit, I’ll split your eyebrows
Your nails are manicured, painted red
You fell on stage, without touching, now you’re limping
Baby, don’t talk, I see your face, then I sleep, see monsters
I go and pray the Our Father without a smile on my face
I only talk to ghosts, the bullets tear diaphragms
They pass the piece to the blood, you suffocate and it’s not asthma
Barca dick sucker, everyone wants more of the rebound
You stepped in, I broke everyone, they all noticed
I’ve earned my place, I fought for it
Suck it in plural, I got them all sucking

Happy New Year, you suck my dick
Happy New Year, you suck my dick
Happy New Year, you’re a dick sucker
Happy New Year, you suck my dick

The boss dude
Real G4 Life
Codeine dude
We were born to fight
You hear me?
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Alley of flowers
65 is active
Tell me [?]
Ah
The L, The J, The R
Tell me Boto
We’re killing it ah
Let’s keep killing
Tell Juanki we don’t fall

What does this little guy think he is?
What, you’re alone?
You’re crazy
If one of the keys to success is being humble, and the humble prevails
Let him stay in music because if we hit the streets
The guns and the glocks are the ones that will respond
And look, I always carry one in the driver’s seat and the gun in the passenger
For whoever gets stupid, bury it in their face
Hey dude, you’re not alone, throw a foot in the boat
Sincerely, Juhl

Look Austin, stop bragging, man, you’re not street
We’re wild, between calm and breeze
We make sure they don’t turn back after they pay the tolls
I’m with [?] anything can go down
Sincerely Shadow, man from 65

Hey boss, tell these people, man
That we’re getting into Noticentro fast
You hear me and I’ll make them famous
Sincerely Joshi son of a bitch
The one from 65