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

You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Criminal activities, them bandits
Tell me, Kioni
Tell me, Camer
El Castii
Mera, tell me, Zapata
(Michael Flores, did you hear, lickspittle?)
Son of a bitch
Mera, tell me, Mingo
(This is the remix)

Four sticks and four bitches, with those we set
If I pull, bullets rain until we kill you
I stick it in, we empty the R's tit
Son of a bitch, we don't even stop until we see you dead

You're not a puppet, I get into wherever
The snails and wallet and you die, but if you were a puppet
I-I melt your face
I turn on the Nintendo, the mic and the AK inside the screams
You're not a puppet, I get into wherever
The snails and wallets and you die, but if you were a puppet
I-I melt your face
I turn on the Nintendo, the mic and the AK inside the screams

Asshole you're not a puppet, sucker, that movie can't be sold
For barking in songs that they took your clothes
I mount them and dismount them like Jenga, like Konia Revenga
We have more neighborhoods than houses
They're four sticks that we put in your face
They're all crazy until a crazy person focuses on them with a stick
We don't look at the price of clothes anymore
Last night I did the 6-9 with your bitch and she told me you were a cop
I'm Conep, but I'm also with the cone
We're like 30 crazy guys with 100 tits
And in hell is the devil, we have him as a hostage
And if we see you hanging out we'll light you up too

I don't have four sticks asshole, I have an armory
Since the times of the pimp, now it's lit
That I shoot you a shot in the rib
We light up the palm tree and you fell in the village
I don't give a fuck what you talk
In the Off-White bag I have the stick, in the Amiri goes the Glock
He acted tough when he got high
And when he saw me face to face he sucked dick and shit himself
Snoring like a puppet, three even fag
A lack of drug trafficking, you're a big lick, drone
I-I stay in the heat
And if you don't want to burn, don't stick to the phone
The crazy guy has a stick that says: Satan
The guy applies it if he licks for PK
Drones have to pass to get to me back here
I start making songs after I go out to kill

We went anonymous, La Casa de Papel flow
They woke up the demon and may he rest in peace
You think you're a man and we kill you dressed as a woman
Don't be surprised, this asshole had to fall
They watch you with a closed casket, no one knows you
We already sent you to the beyond and there's no luck
All the saints got up, they already warned me about you
Son of a bitch, I'm the son of Elegua

Four sticks, I get off and we lay you down
If I pull, bullets fall like eighth notes
I don't relax, the little black guys with bad faces
We catch you and press the button on your face

You're not a puppet, I get into wherever
The snails and wallets and you die, but if you were a puppet
I-I melt your face
I turn on the Nintendo, the mic and the AK inside the screams

I bought four new sticks
Asshole, to light them on fire
And in hell we'll see each other later
They don't hang out with me, they don't know how I move
Snoring and the devil takes you, in my song I carry it
Asshole, you're not a gangster, you're not a bandit
We like to make a mess, in your song make noise
I have three Dracos, I call them The Migos
To give you 70, from the helmet to the belly button
The rifles and pistols go inside all the clubs
I have four bitches shaking their asses in gistro
You're still alive because we haven't seen you
But the day that happens not even Christ will save you

In the square selling tussi, with a lot of melcolcha I bought four irons
The bitches to fuck I give them ferra', but I don't cling
High on TSA, the drugs are never caught by the dogs
I prefer a tomb in Colombia to paying for confinement in the USA
I'm with people who kill people and to kill people they don't have to call people
The gringos calling, they want coke, we've already crowned, we have a lot of clients
Respect or lead, and the one who never paid shouldn't look, because it's hot with me
We peeled him and made him see as if he crashed and that in the Audi he had an accident
What's a hitman? And he's never set foot in a square
I'm the boss, everyone who threatens me dies
And he snitched on us, I left him without a bed and without a house
I roll a blunt, it used to be pangola and now it's ZaZa

You're not a puppet, what you are is a bug sniffer
I have a stick that takes a screenshot
I detonate it and it comes out in Wapa from four to five
They come and make themselves cross-eyed
The Carolas from the Double to the Milton
I named the thing Wilson, yellow clothes; Simpson
I'm Pepe's vision, every day there's a mission
Chavo's junkie, that's my vice
I stick it in front and sponsor it
I'm coming for you, I've told you
They're afraid of me and they've only seen me in photos
I send them and they dance challenges like on TikTok
Ochu tells me to save myself and I can't resist
The White Devil, a son of a bitch, the kid

CDobleta
Mera, haha, lizard, asshole
Juliito
Tell me, Michael
El Castii
Mera, tell me, Zapata
Tell me, Camer
Son of a bitch
LMM
Midnvght, Money on My Mind
You know how we do it, nigga, ey
Tell him, Vitu
La K, Kris R
Mera, tell me, Juicy
Mera, tell me, M
Mera, tell me, Mencho
Tell me, Syrup
Tell me, Erra