Flyte (feat. El Futuro Fuera de Órbita)

From Chile to New York
And from New York to Chile
Hah, prrr

We all crazy' from a van
The Avatal and ShiShiGang come together
Where are those who diss me?
They talked a lot, in the end, they suck it
You all stay behind while I'm crossing borders
Making money, pockets full of paper
Your girl wants to swallow all the milk
Because you hang out with losers and have empty wallets
Tratatatatatatatatá (chin)
Pass it, we're gonna execute you right away
Shoot at me, all you want is to make noise (top)
With the ass you have, you're behind, rrr

Lo-Lo, The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs, the thugs, the thugs, the thugs
The thugs, the thugs making money
The thugs, the thugs, the thugs, the thugs
The thugs, the thugs making money

Money, money, money, money (chin)
Money, money, money, money (chin, chin)
Money, money, money, money (blin, chin, chin)
Money, money, money, money (blauh, chin, chin, uh)

I told her from behind because I don't want inheritance
And I'm my own boss, I don't have management
For the streets, the women, I have the essence (ouch)
I waited for mine sitting patiently
Snail comb for all the losers
The one from New York with the one from Chile
You know we have missiles
I don't have goons, jerk, I have mandrils
You know who I walk with
I'm always in the street smoking fine, mmm
I'm always high
If you don't listen to me, go to the ENT
If you're one of mine, I'll defend you
We're not chefs here but I cook trap
Brrr, the comb for all those frogs
Pablito does whatever the hell he wants

The thugs, the thugs, the thugs, the thugs
The thugs, the thugs making money
The thugs, the thugs, the thugs, the thugs
The thugs, the thugs making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
I don't sing along with you because you're aphonic
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
The thugs and the bosses making money
I don't sing along with you because you're aphonic

Yeah
What's up with what happened
From New York to Chile
And from Chile to New York
I'm The Future Out of Orbit, the one from NYC (gang)
Pablo Chill-E, he's yours (gang, gang)
Pablo
Tell them, tell them
Hey, hey, gang
The Future
Snail comb for all these frogs
Pablo Chill-E
The Avatal (The ShiShiGang)
I'm the Avatal with V (Tell me)
VH The Virus
With the ShiShiGang (Bro, you guys are always recording)
Yes, yes
Hahaha
I'm the Avatal but with V
I'm the Avatal
To kill
To kill, to kill, to kill, to kill
What's up, hahaha, I'm recording, aay!
The song will last 5 minutes of pure ad
Hehehehe, rrr!
Donald Trump, you're my son
Sebastián Piñera
Fill up my wallet
And that's it