VVS Switch (remix) (feat. Hades66, YOVNGCHIMI, CDobleta, Luar La L y Anuel AA)

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
The AA
Rumor of war, dead and flowers
They want to take me down
But I have bullets and balls with me
Rumor that it's war
R and 47 with drums, brr
The R have suppressors
And I have bullets with balls
Brr!
The Devils, son of a bitch
The Demon

Call Russo, put VVS on the gun's switch
24 and 30, and in the pocket the breast clip
The owners of the underworld, I shoot those who don't respect us
The 300 Blackout, bastard, can break through doors

They are saints, not monsters, they are bitten with us
Blood for the cauldron when we erase your face
Bastard, we raise the cost, I have Devils in Philly, in Boston
Sticks, cuts, and cars and I invoke the Demons

I like it when it forms, bitch, I like the mess
The times they've entered I empty their clips completely
Tsunami on the wrist, on the chain, a downpour
The narco-artist, bastard, I'm like Caro Quintero

Bastard, yes, I burn, we light up your AK
The case they want, wherever, we light it up
In music and in the streets we enter and change the game
Anyone who wants war, will die, read the memo

VVS on the switches, The Devils we're at switches
Baguettes on the buttons, I went to the jeweler and spent the ticket
Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the Invicta that never fails
I'm going to blow your face off and I'll drink two lines of Tris

VVS on all the switches, my nigga, we're at switches
I fuck your bitch, now I pitch, well, I got high
Watching from the bleachers, my boys are at the switch
The carjackings without gloves waiting for me not to notice

The piece shines with diamonds, shines like Ben Simmons
Another thing for the pot, like Pabon
For the babies Victoria, it's no longer Avon, a couple of things I have
They're going to Philly without discount, they're stuck to the pavement

We tested them and they got stuck
Those going to Monte Bello, we sent them, we jump them in the G-Wagon
Pressure passes the Mini Dragon, this time we win
She tells me to do it, I do it
We put them in the bunker, there we explode them
From El Doble to Calimano, son of a bitch, we don't play

We steal the Kias, we pass over you
Ki-ki-kilogram, 300 Blackout, Spartan
Don dun-dun we finish you off, in the monster, is my brother
And if you get caught, we'll stab you inside

V-VVS are the switches, the bitches are at switches
In DR, a God of pussy, now I'm high
Observing from the bleachers, your boss is a snitch
I'm going to the neighborhood and we're going to blow up the pitcher

Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the Nintendo that never fails
I'm going to fill you with holes and I'll drink two lines of Wock

Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that never fails
I'm going to fill you with holes and I'll drink two lines of lean

I'm going for twenty dead
Bastard, I'm the terror of the opposites
A shot in the face, if they don't die, they're left blind
I inject your heads with bullets from the calenco
I took off the pearl and it doesn't hurt anymore when I put it in

Kitty meow meow, are you hungry today?
My bug in your mouth like the AK bullet is in the chamber
I take out the gun if there's an issue
I gave them 100 grand to kill him, 50 more if they take a picture

They send me the photo and we celebrate
Honestly, I don't rejoice, but if it wasn't him, it would be my brother
I got into his corner in a weird car
I parked like a civilian, normal, two streets later in front of the lighthouse

And I waited on the roof of his house with my rifle in hand
He arrived from the party and I gave him a jump like Casiano
The tar full of shells and VVS
I already retired Coscu and Tempo, tell me who's next, huh?

Kneel, suck it and fuck it, mommy, take care
Slut, she's going to come back because I made her squirt
The double A, the trap king, tell me, who is Feid?
Lighting up the Carbon on Chardón Avenue
In the middle of a chase, the patrol breaks
Empty the Micky into your corner, smells like a bug
I have a million cash in the AMIRI bag
I'm surrounded by killers like El Topo, Marino, and Chili
Moving devices, getting rid of the turned and the snitches
Be quick with your Draco, because if I catch you first, bastard, I'll kill you

They said they were tough and we killed one and the other turned into a snitch
I have a couple of whores on the yacht fucking in Icaco
They call me Cheo Silva, two thousand kilos at the dock under the boat
I bought you a tiny micro AK, tiny like Marco, brr
(Real until death, did you hear, bastard?)

Hey, VVS on all the switches, I'm really at the switch
With the stick in the van, even though these bastards are watching me
Larry Bird on the court, Phil Jackson sitting in the bleachers
You guys brag about being big shots, and like 6ix9ine, you're snitches

Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that never fails
I'm going to fill you with holes and I'll drink two lines of lean

The piece shines with VVS 1 diamonds, if not baguettes, hehe
The watch opens up when I press it, the Patek opens up
I'm with Chef cooking à la carte and we don't lack bullets
In my problems I go head-on, I never ducked, ah

Jump, you're in the middle and I'm going to run you over
I'm art, the one who always paints them red with enamel
Bo, jump, I'm penetrating you to the hoop like Carter
Reload, we're going to light up all the missing bullets

Kitty, meow, meow, it's clear you want my bug
No problem, for me that's not an issue
How much do you charge? I'll pay for your feature
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
I have a rifle that when I fire it, it gives them cramps

Keep throwing jabs, baby, you look like wire
I'm a millionaire and I'm not going to kill you, if you die of hunger
He's listening to three kilos of fent in a chant
The Michael Jordan of my generation, if I were you, I'd guard myself, bastard
Hey, you know I don't fail, baby, Tre' Letra'

Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that never fails
I'm going to erase your face and I'll drink two lines of lean

My buddy is a palero, he tells me: I want another dead
I hunt them with one eye, I don't fail, I'm not blind
I piss on the grave, bastard, I piss on the dreadlocks
I kill your father, wherever I find him

Don't call for a settlement, for a verse I'll crush you
I'm going to keep hunting with El Rubio and Ojo' Bello'
They're waiting for the recipe, The Cook backs me up
The one who never fails with the 300 accurate

I like it when it forms, bitch, I like the mess
Also emptying the clips completely
VVS on the switches, my nigga, we're at switches
Diamonds on the buttons, now I'm high

Dealing with the dead, bathing in their blood
Kitty meow meow, take the bug, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that never fails
I'm going to fill you with holes and I'll drink two lines of lean

Empercocia'o, did you hear, bastard?
What's up, bastard?
We are The Devils
Tre' Letra'
Tell me, Pressure
Hey, tell me, Pressure
La L
We lit up the gun in their faces, they died
Make Money
The Octopus, son of a bitch
Hey, tell me, CHIMI
Did you hear, snitch?

The Devils, bastard
The Trans4merz, the Decepticons
Money Wayy Gang, the Glizzy gang, son of a bitch
Money Wayy
One40Towers
Hey, tell me, Pressure

Tell me, CHIMI
Tell me, Hades
Anuel
Dobleta
The artist bandits, bastards
Tell me, Yecko
The owner of the Metro Area
I'm with Chef in the cauldron
Tell me, Pabon
You know we don't let them see the recipe
Hey, tell me, Chef
Brr
Tell me, Chef
Don't change the recipe, you have the junkies lining up
Like the zombies in Michael Jackson's video, haha!

The owners of the underworld
Tell me, Pressure
Tell me, Yecko
Tell me, Pri
Tell me, Nyxto
Forensic, pick you up
UBV, Morovis

Hey, tell me, Luar, brr
Don't go to the street, we're on the road
Tell me, Hades
Son of a bitch
Tell me, Pressure
Do you want to die tomorrow?

Hey, tell me, CDobleta
Yeah
The bastards, did you hear, bastard?
Phantom me so you see that we're going to light you up
The 47 with the hooked drums
What?
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
The Devils, bastard, you know
The ones you guys copy