Trompetas (feat. Ak4:20, King Savagge, Drakomafia y Best)

Grr, they talk to me about bullet' without having it'
They are not going to move the branch
Or in their faces I stop fifteen million', pearl white
Brr, the cook doesn't give the recipe

My pocket eats and money is part of its diet
Here we don't talk about grams, they're about kilograms.
And it comes from indoor all 'the shit we smoke'
You sit down if we stop, but
To have me by your side you don't shake hands

Night crew, I shine more than you, I sing more than you
We all know that you don't want to be you
I wonder who you are, grr
Chanting I'm Almighty before he crosses himself

707, I got the money, I got the power
If we catch you, we'll fuck you with the SIG Sauer
In My Pocket Easy Money as Myke Towers
I'm masked or hunting you like Michael Myers

We kidnapped the Hellcat
We traffic music, lyrics are my merchandise
Gile' stinking' of envy, I don't want them around
Bitch, I don't want to fuck you, don't be stubborn

The combi has to be two cars to move up.
Bro, don't measure your strength, or are you walking green in a neighborhood?
And that was your suit? What kind of charrería
They have washed so much that they already have their laundry

Activate the mate, the leadership has arrived
The street signed me because I am the new figure
I have a devil on my shoulder that always whispers to me
Savagge, kill him, come on, do something crazy

In the wadding the FN with the gorilla
Gile' they see us from the front and their pupils get bigger'
At the top are my pupils, so get in line
What I touch turns to gold, sincerely, Midas

Tell him, Pancho, we are with the millions
And a few days ago 'behind' I was with all 'my thief'
At the point I extended them, with the turns and missions
And now we kill them in the streets and in the songs, ha

Pure Formula 1 in this recipe
A mansion in the swamp if I become a millionaire
I'm going to make these bitches complete
I'm going to pay your ass and tits and tits for the glopeta

With a SUM or a Patek, Ricky Ricón as Alec
Legend 23, abuser, I already killed them
Like Trippie I lined them (Heh heh heh heh), I'm the diamond they didn't polish
They lost their faith and now I'm a baguette, haha

We go out at night when the full moon is
There is ammunition to give you your ra-ta-tun-tun
I shoot them in the ear, they buzz, they sound buzz-zoom
Best, I'm blackmailing, so turn off the Tune, Tune

The blazer with a line and the extension combs
On the track I make dirt, it is difficult for them to clone me
I have money, mommy, there are plenty of reasons
How many diamonds shine? In the Russo there were millions, oh

Shoot me in the chest, and if not above, in the torso
We throw the million from the bank in a bag
I became beautiful and we still haven't signed a sponsor
Clay is not throwing and on top of that I have a Thompson

I locked myself in the studio and because I'm makin' a thousand
After the giant record I sign the deal
The bullet' with refill, the barra' rain you a thousand
Sincerely, Osama throwing a projectile, heh

Heh
The TaliGvng, bastard, heh
Four Twenty
Or 420, whatever you say
And the R-1, and who else?

Tell me, Best, brr, heh
Tell me, Lleflight
Four Twenty
Or 420, whatever you say, hey

Tell me, Drako
Tell me, King
Tell me, Best
The powers came together