Lukeando (remix) (feat. Ankhal, YOVNGCHIMI y Ñengo Flow)

Mera, tell me, Hades
This is the damn remix, bunch of smellies
Real G4 Life baby
The Devils, son of a bitch
This is the ANTIJUDAS
Make Money Not Friends

We have Casco, they offered fifty-something to kill him
The brother was a son of a bitch (the Devils) and didn't want to give him up
When I give them the shots, I like to watch them
We set your hair on fire with charcoal
Throwing in the boat, all the kilos through Fajardo
Keep the guns, now it's our turn to rap
A lot of perks and yellows
Let me know if you want to go to heaven
The only bastards hunting with ice-cold necks
Off White in the cemetery, boy, I'm stepping on your grave
The 66 joined forces with the demon of Money Wayy (demon time)
VVS, that's my nigga, big racks
I want all the bad ones from the cases to the blocks
The hardest in this shit, the stats tell you
Since I changed the game, none want to sign
Let the narco-artist speak, Cartier, AP, I don't have an Invicta
19X on top, that's the Invicta
I arrived with Lloren, 3-5-7 and with the demons of Vista
I was selling drugs, bastard, I wasn't freestyling
Designer my safari, I got off a red Ferrari
I've always sold kilos even after the parties
And before I fall, bastard, I light you up in Big Cali
The sticks with the little dolls like a soldier

Designer my safari, I got off a red Ferrari
I started selling kilos and I'm not going to the parties anymore
And if I fall like Daddy, I die LEGENDADDY
The stick on top camouflaged like the soldiers

One single family scratching, you won't kill me easily
I turn on the mic in the head of the rats that turn around
To all who conspire, we bury them too
The positive son of a bitch, the octopuses are over a hundred

We control all the bitches and the white ones
We light the guns to give you fire in the song
I tear out the spirit with fire
The rooster spurring

Hades, they shit on the fabric
We're crazy to see you to shoot you down
I put two combs in your face and I retire you right away
Here we give them what they are and we don't leave anyone wounded
The demon snail, the sticks with the horns of a goat (Mera, listen)

I have a buddy who they offered 25 to kill
Did you hear me, son of a bitch? And I'm not going to give him up (never)
Blue cheese counting, a bad bitch jumping (cash, cash, cash, brr, brr)
In the DubHouse dealing, McQueen dripping

In the projects and the buildings
They think I'm a Kingpin
Because I have the bitches for housekeeping
Coming and going, you know how we live

Chopping the squares like Tajia the VVS
We're in the Nipsey Hussle (cash, cash, cash)
Lack of respect and I'll put a thing in your head (normal)
Corleone, the mafia drip

To the club came the R with which we killed your husband
I'm the Rolex prince in the neighborhood
We live gangster like Lil Durk
I'm going to give you a tour to hell
They won't kill me like Tupac Shakur

Designer my safari, I got off a red Ferrari
I started selling kilos and I'm not going to the parties anymore
And if I fall like Daddy, I die LEGENDADDY
The stick on top camouflaged like the soldiers

I also have a buddy who they're crazy to kill and hit hard
My brother asked me if I help him
I have an armorer in Ponce who has R15, short and Russian AK
Hunting the packages, but I mess them up right there
The shootout started and one of yours fell
We picked him up from the floor, bastard, and used him as a shield
They stopped shooting, without sticks they became mute (what happened?)
The bastard is pissed off because when he was in jail, his woman was selling ass
They fired shots (Ah), I was in the passenger seat
But they left me alive and emptied a whole clip
After we kill you, I'm going to smoke a blunt and use your body as an ashtray

I will always be an Anti Juda' like Kobe for the Lakers (baby)
Sorry, I fell in love with my AK
I laid you down with your boasting and you couldn't say: Mayday
Here we hunt during the day, the sticks don't have lasers

I will always be an Anti Juda' like Kobe for the Lakers (baby)
Sorry, I fell in love with my AK
I laid you down with your boasting and you couldn't say: Mayday
Here we hunt during the day, the sticks don't have lasers

Designer my safari, I got off a red Ferrari
I started selling kilos and I'm not going to the parties
And if I fall like Daddy, I die LEGENDADDY
The stick camouflaged like the soldiers

What's up, bastard?
Murder Gang
Money Wayy son of a bitch
The Devils of Lloren
This is the Anti Judas
Real G4 Life baby
La M
The positive

Mera, tell me, Hades
Mera, tell me, Hades
Make Money no friends
The Octopuses
Mera Barba (The golden beard)
You know, bastard, right?
I'm not going to snore
The street codes, son of a bitch
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Grrr
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It's Money Gang, Glizzy Gang
Tell me, Yecko
They know