Triste Halloween (feat. YOVNGCHIMI)

Brr, brr
Haha
Where you at?
The king of the fast ones
I'm active in my quiet corner, you hear me? (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Grr, grr, haha (the devils)
The pressure
Tell me, chef

Light the candle, let the ritual begin (the ritual)
Light the stick, let’s start jumping
Pop two perks, keep it normal
I won’t change my face, they’ll notice
I stash the kilos in the ferry (haha)
I give your Katy Perry some bone (ah)
The whores are buying in the [?]
Death calls you and we make the deal (we make the deal)
Another one falls, look how he bounces
Put tape on his hands and mouth
Take him, load him in the truck (another)
Call the new guy to free the coke (to free it)
I light the shorty at this window (two hands)
Even in a car, I’ll kidnap you in my name (haha)
We buy gas at the station
Before I burn you, I say a Our Father
Impartial thoughts, you don’t feel special
We’re gonna apply it, double the ticket
I can’t stop counting, these whores to nail (hehe)
A couple of tris I’m gonna buy, it’s two grand, it’s normal now (ah)
On a yacht in Punta Cana, I wanna hook up with a Dominican
They lost the will to fight
Pussy motherfucker, why are you calling?
No more chill Sundays, no lechon in Guavate (you know)
The other one who’s chill, I know where he lives and I’m gonna cause trouble (ha)
It’s really bad, don’t make me kill you (haha), quiet, I checkmated them
I oil the stick and light it, I load them full and I’m aiming for two kills
I’ve taken over hell, even the devil doesn’t wanna compete
You thugs and demand the remix video I can’t upload (stop that movie)
For you, it’s a dream and I didn’t even want this, they find him dead the next day
Tied up in the trunk of the Kia, I leave them cut up and the body’s dry
From Vista to Llorens and the [?]
The scanner’s active, no one sneaks in
Remember that everyone brags, but no one can handle the beast
Piercing bullets and banana clips
I’m gonna blow you up to the glass of the Rolex
We take your case and make you a runner
Lost the packages? Then, get the hell out (fuck off, the devils)

Fuck the case, they’re gonna die (the demon)
Under the radar, we give them a double kill (double kill)
We hit them on the ground, the clip is refillable
Diamonds in hand surfing, I take your jewelry and wear it in the hood
I celebrate your death, I smoke a cigarette, so you meet my devils
Sporty, I drive like NASCAR
With your bank is where my checks stack
Another like me, I doubt he’ll be born (the demon)
Black McLaren like Batman
Platinum records, fine thugs
Baby, all mine are a bunch of bandits (you hear me, baby?)
Baby, all mine are all killers
We light the glocks, break the windows
Touching the devil has become a suicide
I’m rolling with the crew, vh, the monkeys (the monkeys)
The face-blowers from Llorens, my devils
We didn’t go if we didn’t set it on fire
The Lambo is new, the seats are leather
I turn models into leather
Posted in the bunker with the 00
Shooter in the block, on the Carmelo stick
The Russo and [?] spending on ice
I have millions to fight without fear
If we run into you, wherever, I’ll smash you
I don’t measure strength with anyone
If you get in, dude, there’s no reverse (bitch)
The devils hungry for lunch you
A shot and then to the press (the devils)
There are four ninjas in the Benz, so many shots you’ll be embarrassed
Recording with kilos on the table and kilos on the neck, the Cubans weigh (bitch)
From Lambo to Corvette to Ferrari, we arrive with sticks and cuts for the party (bitch)
I left them in a rally, independent, multimillionaire (bitch)
I’m an Illuminati, seven clips in the fully automatic (bitch)
I work dressed as a ghost, and if it hits you, the shots are free (bitch, bitch)

The devils (haha)
Tell me, chef
Tell me, pre
The king of the fast ones, the pressure, you hear?
The king of the fast ones, son of a bitch
The devils, the demon (you hear me, dude? The devils from Llorens, one40towers)
Tell me, Nyxto
The baddest neighborhood in Puerto Rico and the motherfucking world, son of a bitch
The devils from Llorens
Glizzy gvng, bitch (brr)