2xLL (feat. YOVNGCHIMI y Slayter)

I carry it with me if I enter for the choco or for cha-cha-cha-cha
Smoke in the chest, she's drunk
Cold on the neck, frost, pill
And right away they get flattened
The pigeons here are caught
I never saw you guys on a field
I score goals because we're on a winning streak
Small waist, big ass

Baby, I'm the devil wherever I stand
I'm at my peak, millionaire like Mbappé
I go out with my devils, we look like soldiers
I have the neighborhood like Juárez in Mexico
That baby is fast, Bugatti flow
She's messing around with an Illuminati devil
I have people who kill you for free
To the mini Draco I call him Arturo Gatti
In a note of tricks, the one with the 30 in the six
Hard in Lloren Torres like Drake in the Six
I start a shootout, you'll run, you a bitch
We come down with the dreadlocks and the braids and the licks
Two cuban links on the neck, two colombians in bed
The SRT with torque, the uncut coke
In a laboratory deep in Peru in a forest
Better not touch me, I shortened it without a license

I carry it with me if I enter for the choco or for cha-cha-cha-cha
Smoke in the chest, she's drunk
Cold on the neck, frost, pill
And right away they get flattened
The pigeons here are caught
I never saw you guys on a field
I score goals because we're on a winning streak
Small waist, big ass

We enter the club between devils and criminals
Bastard, they snore and end up under the bridge
They're not gangsters, they collaborate with the cops
In my crew even the least expected one kills people
Tell me, JC Reye, breaking the bitches and breaking all the laws
I was a little high, I made the plane crash
She wants me to fuck her now, she can wait
I have lean and I have Perco, I have all the powers
I have money, I have tricks, I have the AK in the Jeep
She was a little drunk with her friend at the strip club
The friend licks, I might give her the D
Inside the brothel we don't mess around with the Glock

If we have a show, all the guns go inside
I don't hang out with pigs anymore
I sleep and dream of the dead
Mixing drugs in the kitchen, I'm an expert

I have it on me, burning a choco
Crazy if I touch her
We sell weed that comes out with focus
Killing God, acting like a pilot
If she puts it out, I'll leave it broken
Ma, with Big Soto
She likes how I wheel the bike
I hit like Cotto
Get close, you're driving me crazy
The profits invested in coke
These people come at me because they know I'm tough
We have them on their toes, their snot comes out
I came like the man, but to put them in the bag
Kilos, they call me Paco, here we have the route
Mission that we get on is mission that gets executed
Addicted to money, we cut and we lead
If we kill him, it's to nail his bitch