Presidente

Listen
Hehe, listen

Time is running and I know we're going to find you
I have the gun between the 'bicho' and the belly
Even if you call your big shot, it won't serve as shelter
Because I'm going to rip out your soul, you'll go with me

In the Durango, Slick with the stick and me with the gun
And the record labels talk shit, but I don't care
It's because of all this shooting that my devils don't behave
I have the black TH, the 'pri', who are my escorts

I bought the 19, more bullets and magazines
The baby fucking asks me to finish inside
I hurt her with the gun and don't imagine the dead
For the day I find them, don't hallucinate with them

The enemy dies, the informant rats him out
And they'll record your headshot, like the president
I keep changing cars in case the agents record
Bastard, I'm the laundry, the money's detergent

(The enemy dies, the informant rats him out
And they'll record your headshot, like the president
I keep changing cars in case the agents record
Bastard, I'm the laundry, the money's detergent)
Hehe, listen

Now everyone believes, of course, they're three hundred in pledge
I invoice from the music, but I don't release the stores
The perico stamps are rented on the phone
LV on Fifth, the Morenos open the stores for me

Tajia, for the 66 I want half a kilo
M, don't rush, spend more time at the casino
And below the water, underwater the submarines
And value your life more, bastard, or I'll end it

In the cartel I keep moving like in Harlem
From Morovis to Caguas, shooters like Curry and Harden
We control forty-three blocks, so don't get caught
And you fall if we catch you leaving the tower after