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What the hell's wrong with you, damn it?
What's with that damn nervousness? It's got me on edge too
You ain't tough
Dude, there's no turning back here
You gonna let these people push you around?
You gonna let them intimidate you?
We're already here, let's go
Shoot to kill
Brr
Yeah
The King of Fast
Chinola Films
The Pressure
Where you at?
C'mon, haha

In a Lambo Urus, and I'm flying (at two hundred)
Whipping it
Smoking White Cami, feeling so pale
Didn't have time to pull it out, the P80 melted down
Some dude tried to flex on me (in Santurce, never sang)
Hollow bullets don't penetrate cars (you hear me?)
With the Blazers, I grab lungs (brr)
In your hood, I declare war
Nice to meet you, just give me the light (you hear me?)
They've been dreaming of my death for two years
They shot at me in Philly twice
The one who did it died months ago
You ain't a leader, nobody listens to you
We already pulled the old lady from the case
They talk a lot, but do little
I always handle my business (always)
And I deal with them on release day
The topics with plates, and I don’t even claim them (I claim them, dude)
He lied, so I spilled your blood
I smoke it in paper like four grams
Thanks to Smoke Up, I'm rolling Colombian
In the kikeo, I got famous
You frustrated, not living your dream
I got them seeing blurry
From the street, Los Diablo's, the owners (the Diablos from Llorens)
They end up in shirts, I erase them from the map
I gave them lead in the poach and light them up in a blunt
They're hiding and I ain't even looking for you, fool (haha)

G27-J80 in the house, dude, you hear?
00784, catch the code (call, you hear?)
We're like the pulp of the plant (Héctor and Tito)
A high free for all those 27s killing time behind the wall

(Shh)
The last bill was paid by the devil and yours we’re gonna price (you hear?)
You don’t know how to hunt, don’t get involved and we’ll prove it
If they touch the plate, I’ll give you thirty
If they lock me up, they either shut me down or I light up more (light up)
Don’t ask me, I don’t know anything
Your wallet's thin, like Xanax
I got cars paid off, bikes and skis
Mom's house that I promised her
They mentioned my mom and I warned them
(I caught you, I'm gonna break you)
With the cream or with the twenty-three
I’m always with the Chef, with C3 and with El Pri
The war monkey roamed around
I’ll stomp your face with the LVs or the Retros
Come on, your moment's here
Everyone, listen up, pay attention ('look)
Haven't dropped a bar in a while
They say they’re gonna tighten up, but it’s just an attempt
Like the cases, your town with the slow kiosk
(They look like guards and undercover agents)
If they send the pin, they all fell
I’m with the crew, with sound and the two
Nando at the wheel driving a sport
They don’t have implants, but they’re well-endowed
A bit off-key, loudmouth
Don’t mess up on güira, 'cause I gave them lead (sucker, you hear?)

You fall asleep in the middle of the jam
I’m an artist and I step out to the fire
You hear? The math is always gonna be nine times three, dude
G27-J80 in the house
The Diablos from Llorens, you hear?
The King of Fast, The Pressure
Tell me, Chef
And free for those bandits doing time in the fridge like some big boys, you hear?
Haha
This is for you to kike
The Pressure, The King of Fast
Chinola Films, where you at?