4 Palos (remix) (part. Cdobleta Ft. Conep, Midnvght, Juliito y Kris R)

You know what the hell is going on, dude
Criminal activities, those bandits
Tell me, Kioni
Tell me, Camer
El Castii
Hey, tell me, Zapata
(Michael Flores, you heard that, you little bitch?)
Son of a bitch
Hey, tell me, Mingo
(This is the remix)

Four sticks and four girls, we set it up
If I pull, bullets rain until we take you out
I’ll stick it in, we empty the clip on you
Son of a bitch, we won’t stop until we see you dead

You ain't no puppet, I’ll go wherever
The shells and the cash, and you die, but if you were a puppet
I’ll melt your face off
I’ll light up the Nintendo, the mic, and the AK in the screams
You ain't no puppet, I’ll go wherever
The shells and the cash, and you die, but if you were a puppet
I’ll melt your face off
I’ll light up the Nintendo, the mic, and the AK in the screams

You ain't no puppet, dude, that movie ain't sellable
For barking in songs, they took your jewels
I set them up and take them down like Jenga, like Konia Revenga
We got more hoods than homes
It’s four sticks we put in your face
They’re all crazy until a crazy guy with a stick points it at them
We don’t even check the price of clothes
Last night I did the 6-9 with your girl and she said you were a snitch
I’m Conep, but I roll with the crew too
We’re like 30 crazy guys with 100 round clips
And in hell is the devil, we got him as a hostage
And if we see you hanging out, we’ll light you up too

I don’t have four sticks, dude, I got an armory
Since the days of the hustler, now it’s lit
I’ll plug you with a shot in the ribs
We light up the palm tree and you fell in the hood
I don't give a damn what you say
In the Off-White bag, I got the stick, in the Amiri goes the Glock
He acted tough when he got high
And when he saw me up close, he backed down and shit himself
Bragging about being a puppet, three times a punk
A drug trafficking charge, you’re a big-time loser, slacker
I-I stay heated
And if you don’t want to get burned, don’t get close to the stove
The crazy guy has a stick he calls: Satan
The buddy will apply it if he licks it for PK
Drones gotta pass to get to me back here
I start making songs after I go out to kill

We roll anonymous, like Money Heist
They woke up the demon and may that one rest in peace
You think you’re a man and we’ll take you out dressed as a woman
Don’t be surprised, this dude had to fall
They watch you with a closed casket, nobody knows you
We already sent you to the other side and there’s no luck
All the saints rose up, they already warned me about you
Son of a bitch, I’m the son of Elegua

Four sticks, I get down and we lay you out
If I pull, bullets drop like eighths
No joke, the guys with the mean faces
We grab you and press the button in your face

You ain't no puppet, I’ll go wherever
The shells and the cash, and you die, but if you were a puppet
I’ll melt your face off
I’ll light up the Nintendo, the mic, and the AK in the screams

I bought four new sticks
Dude, to light you up in flames
And in hell, we’ll see each other later
They don’t roll with me, they don’t know how I move
Brag and the devil takes you, in my song I carry it
Dude, you ain't a gangster, you ain't a bandit
We like to cause chaos, make noise in your hood
I got three Dracos, I call them The Migos
To give you 70, from the helmet to the belly
The rifles and the pistols go inside all the clubs
I got four girls shaking their asses in the club
You guys are still alive because we haven’t seen you
But the day we do, not even Christ will save you

In the plaza selling tussi, with a melcolcha I bought four guns
The girls for fucking, I give them cash, but I don’t cling
Flying from TSA, the stuff never gets caught by the dogs
I’d rather have a grave in Colombia than pay for jail in the USA
I roll with people who kill people and to kill people they don’t need to call people
The gringos calling, they want some coke, we scored, we got a lot of clients
Respect or lead, and the one who never paid shouldn’t look for it, with me it’s hot
We peeled him and made it look like he crashed and had an accident in the Audi
What’s a tough guy? And he’s never stepped foot in a plaza
I’m the boss, everyone who threatens me dies
And he snitched, I left him without the couch and without the house
I rolled a blunt, it used to be pangola and now it’s ZaZa

You ain't no puppet, what you are is a little bitch
I got a stick that takes screenshots
I detonate it and it’s on Wapa from four to five
They see me and act cross-eyed
The Carolas from Doble to Milton
I put Wilson on the thing, yellow jewels, Simpson
From Pepe, I’m the vision, every day there’s a mission
A junkie from the chavos, that’s my vice
I hit them head-on and sponsor them
I’m coming for you, I’ve told you
They’re scared of me and it’s in photos they’ve seen me
I send them and they dance challenges like on TikTok
Ochu tells me to hold back and I can’t resist
The White Devil, a son of a bitch, the little kid

CDobleta
Hey, haha, little pest, dude
Juliito
Tell me, Michael
El Castii
Hey, tell me, Zapata
Tell me, Camer
Son of a bitch
LMM
Midnvght, Money on My Mind
You know how we do it, dude, ey
Tell them, Vitu
The K, Kris R
Hey, tell me, Juicy
Hey, tell me, M
Hey, tell me, Mencho
Tell me, Syrup
Tell me, Erra