Quien Va a Frontiar (feat. YOVNGCHIMI)

Since I leave home in style
The Ferro at two hundred, I don't drop below fifth gear
All the girls are like from a magazine
Three hundred motorcycles, the demons for the track

And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
We arrive in thirty G-Wagons, there's no one for us
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
Son of a bitch, from birth, don't make the stick light up (The Devils of Llorens, YOVNGCHIMI)

And who's going to front me? Tell me, my brother (YOVNGCHIMI)
Range Rover, I'll give it to you with the store
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
The Devils of Llorens, don't make the sticks light up (The forty)

Say you're going to snore, smell-bug, get serious
The last one who threatened is in the cemetery
From double L to the beach of the empire (Mvrda Gang)
Learn the street word, it's in the middle (that's on gang)

I fuck your bestie, like Young Miko (Tell me, Miko)
I have an R, the gun and I have a mic
Twenty thousand for a show, that's a kilo
Five thousand in crocodile shoes

Everything designer, Mvrda Gang, we kill you right now (designer boys; skrrt)
Bitches, alcohol in the sky lounge
Ozu talked about bitches, then bring them (tell me, Ozu)
Money Wayy on blood, that's the deal (money wayy)

At least the sticks in the Can-Am and the guns in the gazette
We kill you, they're all dead for the zeta (smokin' opps, nigga)
Audemars Piguets on the wrist (The Devils; wrist)
The pockets fat like a grimace

Who-Who's going to snore? Tell me, my brother (tell me, my brother; YOVNGCHIMI)
The puppetry, the thuggery, the demons with the jewels
Who's going to snore? Tell me, my brother
The Devils of Llorens, don't make the sticks light up

Always active like a goat
The tracks they put me on, I annihilate them
I have a flow that deals with a kilo

The shooter commands with the kilo
Marionette, we're going to cut your strings
Fuck you bitch, we're not snakes, we're fine

The owners of the slow
The babies, the donkeys are for sale
Count that the pressure is felt

The increasing count
There's time, bastard, to regret
Trap Cartel, the Lambos from the eighties

Hey, and play smart
The chef in the pot cooks it
Masked like the Palestinians
Spray me and they go to the neighbors, the neighbors, ey

And play smart (did you hear, smell-bug?)
I'm the chef in the pot cooking it
Masked like the Palestinians (on gang)
We apply and they go to the neighbors, the neighbors (it's Mvrda Gang)

And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
We arrive in thirty G-Wagons, there's no one for us (gang, gang)
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother (tell me Ozuna, Yampi, YOVNGCHIMI)
Son of a bitch, from birth, don't make the stick light up (The Devils of Llorens, YOVNGCHIMI)

And who's going to front me? Tell me, my brother (on gang)
The puppetry, the thuggery, the demons with the jewels (The Devils, smell-bug)
And who's going to front? Tell me, my brother
The Devils of Llorens, don't make the sticks light up (on gang)

Mvrda Gang
Tell me, Ozuna
Yampi
Hydreezy
Tell me, Gotay
Trap Cartel, did you hear, smell-bug?
The Devils, Llorens Tower

Fr-Fr-From the moment I leave home in style (tell me, Mambo)
The Ferro at two hundred, I don't drop below fifth gear (tell me, Bassy)
All the girls are like from a magazine
Three hundred motorcycles, the demons for the track
Money Wayy