Quien Va a Frontiar (Remix) (feat. Hades 66, Ankhal y Dei V)

Since I leave home in style
I've spent a million in New York, in the fifth
The bitches in the Range, fit in the Pista
I put you in and throw you on the highway

And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
We arrived in thirty G-Wagons, there's no amendment for us
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
Son of a bitch, from birth, don't make the stick catch fire

And who's going to front me? Tell me, my brother
Range Rover and over are the teco' in the store
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother

Always on top, we're on high
Like Biggie, ready to die
I don't trust because for me Suge Knight handed Tupac over
I took the buster sneakers like the ones in Like Mike
Now I travel through time in the DeLorean, like Marty MacFly

Tonight I'm on a safari
The rifle is red and yellow like Ferraris
I am a bad boy like Puff Daddy
We end your party
When they see the four doors of the Yaris open

The soldiers get off and not the militia
The real devils shooting with malice
Stop the car dry, I don't even want the vest
Give me the Lacoste to make thirty holes in his face

And the doll fell, to flower the cigarette
I come back, I finish them off and search their pockets
A custom stick that says Supreme on the trigger
I pull it and stain it with blood, I take off the rings

Bastard, I got stuck singing about sex and guns
And even if I don't catch a shipment, we load more boats
I fuck all these whores and the gringos smelling drugs
The comb with the hollow point bullet curls up

You know who we are, we arrive and they respect us
I have a kilo hidden under the tile
And this grass I smoke keeps coming in the suitcase
And we put clear alterations on the guns

You're going to die, bastard, if you keep bothering me
We bought two R's and put on extended clips
Pause says to show off, I light them up
Welcome to PR, the charm of hell

Wait, who the hell is going to front?
In this generation, they have to suck me
Cooking in the cauldron, and it's not El Abayarde
Jump, these bastards become singers in the room
We set the house on fire and they live in a puddle
Wherever I get off they want me everywhere
That's why when mine catch you they'll get you
Bless me God and may Drako guard me
Your bitch is an affront and I give her dick to satisfy her, bitch
I give her my dick to satisfy her
I go down to Fajardo

And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
We arrived in thirty G-Wagons, there's no amendment for us
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
Son of a bitch, from birth, don't make the stick catch fire

And who's going to front me? Tell me, my brother
The puppetry, the villainy, the demons with the jewelry
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
The Devils of Llorens, don't make the sticks catch fire

Who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
A hundred thousand in jewelry, always with the latest on my leg
It's designer even in the grass
We kill the lion and stay with the jungle

They want to give it to me, but you don't see
How all these diamonds shine, it's not hard to find me
Bitches want to blackmail me to set me up
But I'm not weak for the flesh anymore

And when we go out there's no tailing, we put on the pressure
And we light up the sticks like in Modern Warfare
They say they're street, but they don't convince me
I go down with the devils so they get oriented

And I have a shorty who's tough like she's from Brazzers
Today I fuck her and also her best friend
I like them brunette if I hadn't lowered her, do it
And have laser done on the pussy

Supposedly snoring, smell-dick, get serious
The last one who threatened us we set on fire
For the blackmail they're giving us two and a half
We kill you in broad daylight, we go by our own criteria

I'm the one who has all these people doing villainy
We declare it if we don't apply it even diving
Five hundred racks, five big shots in the Bando
We pack the work while the ticket is squaring

The Devils shooting with the guards like Pablo
They are millions and millions of views when I talk to them
My demons in Calle 4 with the AKs
From the top of a hundred and forty they are the paca'

Every time we erase a face we go to the russo, we make a plaque
They want to touch me, bastard, that's why they kill them
The road and the kilos to Manhattan
And in PR they explode on the cover

Mera, Hi
One, two
This is the fuckin' remix
Haha, ah

And like a goat, always active
A bitch sets me up against the enemy
All of you end up being witnesses
In the CR I wake up
Forty-five, with the 9 they stay alive
This is PR, the cemetery is full

The hated bandits, but
We heal in the YZ doing wheelies on the backpack the crocodile
I have more enemies than friends
Here the movie is playing, now with the Money Wayy, the shots are expansive
More precise than an elite verse like Juanka
The exposed is oiled, I swear by me it doesn't jam
They bet I fall and traffic white
But I'm Anti Juda' to the Medu' like Ankhal
Air Force New York, I apply it to the last Quarter
New cut a burst like Haden
It's not the same to sing it as to be the one who pulls it
Never a cop, always a diver, bastard, this is under water
I'm really pissed off, dad, declare yourself if you're not on this side
That in Spain the guys are in Bilbao
I'm already used to you talking shit, I have you located
The Vatican we have it under control jeje

(And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
We arrived in thirty G-Wagons, there's no amendment for us
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
Son of a bitch, from birth, don't make the stick catch fire)

(MONEYWAYY)