Las Guaguas Van (feat. L-Gante, Alemán, Omy de Oro, Neutro Shorty, Chucky73, Nino Freestyle, Hozwal, Totoy El Frio y Pablo Chill-E)

Earthlings in the beat, hahaha
Let's call these bastards, let's go back inside no matter what
Light it up
Light one up and let's make money
Hello, look, at 10 everyone in the center today (Miky Woo, hey)
Prr

Don't even try with us (don't do it)
There are five cars leaving through La Monserrate (oh, hey)
You're gonna catch more hits than a Tecate boxer (you know what I'm saying, hey)
If we catch you, your buddy, life rewarded me

We saw you ahead, I took it out and click-clack
We'll smash your face on the steering wheel, and it happened
You talked behind our backs
And it's not the same to talk behind the backs of those you mentioned so much

My bro, we came from behind, the buses are coming
One in front and the other behind, prr-prr, hey
The piece in hand and the stick in the backpack
Bastards dreaming of catching me running the four track

My bro, we came from behind, the buses are coming (yeah, we came for you)
One in front and the other behind, prr-prr
I'm with all the active boys inside a van
If I catch you, yours better start buying the coffin, oh
(The dude you know from PR, Omy de Oro)

I'm with the demons burning the Caesar salad
The wrist is cold, it looks like the freezer now (Tell me, Omy)
Every day I get rid of the fat, they call me D-Greaser
To fight with me, they run out of gas
And I don't back down, I have a turbo diesel engine

They want the straight and the bisexuals
They die by the mouth, they're like fish, ah
We hammer daily, we look like judges
Nothing stops me, bastard, I'm blessed

I'm with the S and the double
We're gonna tighten the screw on that double (Got it, bastard?)
You're missing your friends, the greens that are left
I don't like abuse but I do like problems (earthlings)

We have money but we want more (cash)
Suck my d*ck if you don't give it to me (bastards)
Anyway, I know they'll end up being my fans, enemies that come and go
All are part of the plan
Tell them, Miky, we have the magnet
(From Venezuela Neutro Shorty, hey)

Light one up and let's make money, I came down with Miky
I carry the fourth-generation Glock and a Ziploc bag full of krippy
With a white girl and a brunette who looks like Iggy Azalea with Nicky (b*tch)
Collecting the rent, I take out their eyes, with a cap Peaky Blinders style

Trap life like Tupac, spitting in their faces my way (prra)
Really don't take it personally, just filling my wallet
The Nazarene, told me, tell them Ismael Rivera
That I'm not Oscar D'León but I know they'll cry for traitors

Pass that blunt and set it on fire
We're not in school anymore, what are you waiting for?
I have a glass that's freezing
The shots sound like in the favela (nang, bang)
Honestly, they're pathetic

I have their pussies' girls in the rain
90 Pikete' in Venezuela
(Directly from New York, tell me, Chucky, Chucky)
The packages coming through the border

I'm with the tigers in the van (uh, eh, 73), ready to search
Caramelo is taking thirty, I'll checkmate you
Your girl a bad one, a bad one, a serious one
Why did you get married? You crying over her ass

(Hey, hey) and she gives it to me on the yacht, hideaway
Hey, Miky, tell them I have the Blicky for these punks, ha
In New York I raised the tra', the jobs were slow
I don't snore to look for trouble, I do it Tempo style

If you talked too much, you snitched, I brake at your house for a raid
Mine comes through Cash App, so my tears reach your house for the wake
Different levels, if it's about people problems
You don't even look for a penny, stop the lies
I have some goons who don't stop and chaos ensues

My bro, we came from behind, the buses are coming
One in front and the other behind, prr-prr, hey
The piece in hand and the stick in the backpack (L-Gante, what's up)
Bastards dreaming of catching me running the four track, uh

The fakes follow the arrow, the thugs are with me
(Directly from Argentina)
No one will disrespect the neighborhood while we're alive (L-Gante)
On my corner, that doesn't happen, they're not even there
I offered many a home and then they talked about me

The bosses are with the bosses, and the one who does it doesn't talk
I forgot the sequence but I remember the count
Respect to those who are gone and those still in the neighborhood
The ghosts leave on their own, they can't handle the comments

My buddies gather wood for the bonfire
By day with the gypsies and by night with the pirates
Many act like bosses but in the street they don't even try
(We are the authority, hey)
They don't even rescue themselves, eh (reporting from DR, Nino Freestyle, hey)

I'm with Miky (tell them, Nino)
Turning around in the city
If we see you, it's fifty inside the Cherokee
You talk about death and bullets, kilos and bad things
As if you're in Vice City

Knowing that wherever we find you, we'll kick you out like PR did with Ricky
What are you trying to pull if you're nothing?
Damn, what a pain
You live showing off with someone else's bus

I have that in rings and chains
Don't ask for mercy, and better keep your distance from me
Because when I see you, I'm gonna shoot you and not to complete your assistance
(Indicate it, Hozwal)

Watch the cars in line
As if I'm the president (hey, the mocking ones)
If we ever meet face to face, you'll bite your tongue with all your teeth (you know)
Don't mess with anyone, no one will be able to act foolishly and then run
If I come looking for you, we'll see you and (I'll get you, eh)

Have the cops pick you up
Now we're watching the Choli
Releasing the molly kiosks (the mockery)
Turning ten cars as if we were the trolley

The swaggy never fails and if I'm in the cars it looks like I own a dealership
I have threesomes, I have more triplets than Miller

Don't fall behind me, or you'll go crazy
You've seen the license plate, we're a few
I don't care who you are, you have to calm down
Or turn off your impulses or we'll turn off the light
(Directly from Mexico)

Leaving Hong Kong, all Homegrown (indicating Alemán)
In Tijuana in a caravan to the ranch
Sounds po-po, sounds boom-boom, the shotgun roars
We control from Tijuana to Cancun, the Magnum cried

We shut your mouth with cinnamon tape
I already have a hole ready in the mountains
You won't even be found by the DEA
They won't even be able to light a candle for you

I keep everything, you get what you deserve
We're legends now, they wrote a corrido about us
I act like a Mexican whenever I write
The bullets will run against you making noise

My bro, we came from behind, the buses are coming
One in front and the other behind, prr-prr, hey
The piece in hand and the stick in the backpack (Menore', oh)
Bastards dreaming of catching me running the four track (Pablo)

Minors in a caravan, bullets inside your van
(Directly from Chile, wow)
Don't act like Superman, [?] my gang (indicate, Pablito)
I'm shining more than the xanax, don't call me [?] (dummy)
More terrible than Ivan and I don't even sleep with xans, dummies (gang)
Problems with [?], I'm more OG than Eazy-E in the Impala (gangster)
And shoot me, I'm Tony Montana in the final scene (dummy)
What poisons me also gives me strength (cop), we're in trouble

They shoot more, we're the cream, they suck it
Did you eat? Eleven breakfasts and dinners?
Damn dummy, I know your whole life
And they told me you snitched, nah, you're not a gangster
When I see you, I'm gonna take off your mask
(And if you push, it's for Colombia)

Together on the block, I'm not crazy to show the Glock
(Totoy El Frio is waiting for you)
But mess with one of us and we'll Photoshop your face
I have buddies who if I send them your location, they'll tear down your whole house
(No, right, buddy?)

I know you don't make money, don't talk to me, b*tch
I have two phones, in one all the b*tches, in the other bandits in heaps
I have the conne', mess with me and better start buying flowers
In the Tahoe I always ride in the back, Corleone taught me

I got hoes, this sh*t is real, no one will cry for you
I have a black soul, you guys have it beige
We're OG, to hell with the law
Always smoking OG, brought down from LA

If I go with my crew, you'll be f*cked, dude
Hey, don't even try with us (Nah, nah)
There are five cars coming down from La Monserrate
You're gonna catch more kicks than a karate board, hey
I'm gonna light you up with my buddies, life rewarded me

We saw you ahead, I took it out and click-clack
We'll smash your face on the steering wheel, and it happened
You talked behind our backs
And it's not the same to talk behind the backs of those you mentioned so much, ah
(Oh, oh, and the one who couldn't be missing)

I have killer instinct, at my peak
Your b*tch uses my d*ck as lipstick
Sucking has a gold medal in the Olympics, a bad chick
I have a buddy they call John Wick
And if there are set-ups, she falls and you, coming from a picnic

We're working in another league, big league
After you fall, we'll make an RIP
For your funeral, I'll send a crown that says suck my d*ck on the ribbon, hey

No one can stop me, n*gga, wait a minute
To take everything from you is why I came
We'll put you in and record you like a movie star
Your death will get the views that break the Guinness record, hey

Woo
Miky Woo
The association of the 90 pikete', b*stard