Bloody (remix) (part. YOVNGCHIMI, Hades66, Lito Kirino, Darell, Ankhal y KAY KAY)

For you to know
MoneyWayy, Ja, The Money Route, The Route of Kilos
The Caribbean Connection (La M)
The Dominican people with the Puerto Rican people motherfucker
(Tell me Hydro) yeah, huh, yeah

Yo-o-o-oh-oh, no, I take you with me because you go from house to house
Looking for trouble, no, don't be a fool
And when your boss comes to ask me what's wrong with you?
I tell him without balls that

I don't take you with me because you're a big fool
In your neighborhood they have you watching, you're not a tough guy
And as you mention me (Don't you dare mention me)
With the rope I tie you to the bus and take you for a ride through Luis Muñoz
Don't ask for forgiveness because I'm not God (I'm not fucking God, fool)
As a kid I was in the park with all the top shooters
And as a teenager locked up in the cage I stayed strong
I can't feel my face and it's because of lean, they want me to fall
And I'm messing around with a whore who lives in Atlanta

Is all about us, fuck them
Don't touch any of mine
Lowkey waiting for them to show up
Shot to the guide and let them crash
They talk about the gang and they get buzzed
We kill you and we laugh
Shot while smoking loud
In the studios I notice them scared
Tell me Yeru'
I make more money than you on the phone
Smoking Cookie, see you in Venu'
The drug gang, we have the menu
I'm on my bag and it's not Birkin
On the block like Perkins
Bastard, I got hooked on the perki'
Bring me the soda and the baking
And I'ma whip that bitch
The trap is selling more than Wish
Swiping the card we have the glitch
I have my shooters on a leash
In the Bando looking at the cameras with the Draco, crazy for them to shoot
We go out on the street with all the clothes and my crazy ones, bastards don't even look at us

One hundred thousand in tickets, in the street, the bales look like a building, New York
In the city we have the glizzy, in PR the R Sport
Connected in the metro with all the bastards like Interpol
We pull out the phone, light up the sticks, bastard and you fall in the Sun
One hundred thousand in tickets, in the street, the bales look like a building, New York
In the city we have the glizzy, in PR the R Sport
Connected in the metro with all the bastards like Interpol
We pull out the phone, light up the sticks, bastard and you fall in the Sun

Live game, the thirty with me, our route, the kilos have arrived
You niggas be talkin' to die from a shot, they shit themselves since I look at them
Money on my mind, we're criminals, 10 million, not enough
I want 200, in my bank account, neck frozen, diamonds in my teeth
They left them bloody, they stop suddenly, always like 20 in the pockets
They're Cartiers, all my glasses, counting money always, not sometimes
We go out to look for you with the toys, a shot to make you repeat
I left a bump on his face, with the tigers no one messes
Hey, we wrap them in bullets, I gave the black girl the finger, had to use her
We bury you with a shovel, the cone called me straight from Dallas
Break it down in the room, I don't like saints, I want them bad
We keep winning, the elevator, doesn't stop going up

Motherfucker you're not even clear, you have a weird crew
Get off 200, eating at Kintaro, I'm gonna send 500 inside the car
What are you going to do if I stand in front of you, I don't separate the muse and the street
You brag about the street, buying rifles, but you don't even shoot
Bo, you're a fool
And we're putting pressure inside the heat
With the combs, the short one, the button