¿Qué Es Esto? (feat. Bryant Myers)

Everything Foreign

Every time they see me, the more badass I look
I don't slip even with banana peels
I prefer respect over a thousand trophies
They don't catch me off guard, not even during recess

Santa didn't give me anything, I went up to the snow and took the sled
You with semis for the bonfire and my .40 sneezes like it's congested
Turn around, it's ninety thousand
We're raising the count, Millo Gang

I'm covered in greens and blues
(Millo Gang, son of a bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My God, what is this? Yeah
What the hell is this? So much money makes me happy
But so many bitches calling, it annoys me

What is this?
You' (What the hell is this damn it?)
What the hell is this? We're ready for the trouble
Don't copy the flow, better ask for it, I'll lend it to you, bro

My God, what is this? Yeah
Three hundred on the neck, it hurts and I'm sorry
Bars hard as cement
All deposits are direct
What is this? Yeah

El Ferra and Royce as backup
Two hands like an ambidextrous
You at home annoyed) while I represent
Without being Eladio I'm Monarca

Movie marvel like Arca, running El Ferra like in NASCAR
They mention my name and you embark
The captain of the ship tells me: Noah, the owner of the ark, yeah

Charging like a baseball player
Legends never die, I don't die
Clearer on the street than the beaches of Varadero
What is this?

What is this? Yeah
My God, what is this?
So much money makes me happy
So many babies calling, it annoys me

What is this? Yeah
My God, what is this?
We're ready for the trouble
Don't copy the flow, better ask for it, I'll lend it to you

El Mynor, Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person, mambicho
The trapper of trappers

Yeah, yeah, what is this?
So many plants at home, it looks like a greenhouse
Narco flow of narco Rafael Quintero
They call me: Mynor, trapper of trappers

Always ready for beef, not like fish
They think they're the Dream Team and they're scratchy Popovich
They have their movie, yes it's true
But they're recycled like Dish's

I went ahead of them, thrown back like Nowitzki
I tell so many stories that I already suffer from arthritis
I have money and I'm still humble like Jimmy
And in my hand a Draco that sneezes congested

Turn around, it's ninety thousand
We're raising the count, Millo Gang
I'm covered in greens and blues

My God, what is this? Yeah
What the hell is this?
So much money makes me happy
But so many bitches calling, it annoys me

What is this? You'
What the hell is this?
We're ready for the trouble
Don't copy the flow, better ask for it, I'll lend it to you, bro

Tell me, Ciribillo, what is this?
The pride of Claro Que Sí
Representing the flag, daddy
The pride of Cuba
The trap in person
The pride of Millo Gang
The human trap, wow
The pride of [?]
Tell me, dirty singer, who told you that you're into trap?
But what garbage
What is this?