Subimos de Rango (part. Omy De Oro y Shootter Ledo)

We Rise in Rank (feat. Omy De Oro and Shootter Ledo)

[Bad Bunny]
(Rrr; yeh)
Yeh-eh
Yeh, yeh
Yeh-eh, ey (rrra)

The new religion has no commandments (no)
My bitches are good, they're all from a convent (amen)
I'm playing even in 2008 in cars and Vento (wuh)
Every 4 hours I take my medication

My people are cold, I don't warm them up
Bastard, I'm global like warming up (prr)
If I want, I retire happy and content (yeh)
The cars, the houses, and the apartments

The account is increasing
I die and they make a monument for me
I'm in my moment
I have these big shots with the slow kiosk (haha)

Bastard, I don't lie
Shooting me is like trying to hit the wind (prr)
Your Gucci wallet cost fifteen hundred, ey
Inside mine is twenty-three thousand (wuh)

I feel like Jordan, they've copied all my moves
But I kept the bad vibes, sorry (wuh)
We rise in rank, this is legendary level
Don't act deaf, take off the blindfold

Up here you can't reach even if you sell your soul (no)
If Russo calls me, tell him I love him, but I don't wear jewelry anymore
The laws of the street have no amendment (prr, prr, prr, prr)
So, don't be surprised if ¡rrra!

What I do makes you offended? Ey
I don't abuse minors or steal offerings, ey
I don't close your school in the middle of lunch
I just look out for myself and don't let go of the reins
You criticize and we, eh (prr)

[Omy de Oro]
We rise in rank, we rise in rank, oh (ah)
We rise in rank (how?), we rise in rank, oh
We rise in rank (ah), we rise in rank, oh (omy!)
We rise in rank (we rise in rank, oh)

I started writing looking at my glopeta (ah)
And I found the recipe (ah)
To make quality verses like violet ribbons (rrr)
I don't want my tickets hidden

I want to see them at home in Torres by Paleta
Son of a bitch, you're not a big shot for moving two zetas
27 on the street and in prison you're Ñeta (Oh)
Fear doesn't pay

The street has changed, old man, now it's tougher (Ah!)
The big shots don't last, there are few safe ways
If we come into your house, have the Uras ready
Sure we win, the way is safe

Another day living, I owe it to the king in the heights (Amen, amen)
We rise in rank, now we're at the top
Keep enduring, let the blessings cover me
They sleep with me and even though I'm an artist, I don't let go of the glope'

We have the street hot like Hitler flow (Brr)
Stars like the green and the Beatles'
Never a follower, always a leader
My ki increased since I signed with Alex Killer

[Shootter ledo]
The skies open and I fall, I have something that can't be bought
I'm going to make millions, I've always been the mantra
Mixing the street and music like Sinatra
We came from below (haha), looking for the light like a beetle
The law of attraction attracted it and I call bad bu' for work

And from the stairs I took the shortcut (rrr)
No matter how much pressure they put, I don't give up
2019, I travel the world (haha)
The old man won't have to work hard again (no, pa')

Cubans that blind you with the reflection
It's more to say that I want the chair
It's more to say that another star was born
All the bottles are from dom pérignon
Raise your cups as life is beautiful (hehe)
We rise in rank, this is krippy not pango, toys for the mud, yeh
We rise in rank, the combo capping in the suv and lambo' (brr)
Thank God it worked out for me and everyone's watching (yes, pa')
Thank God it worked out for me and we rise in ra-ank (shootter)

[Bad Bunny]
Bad Bunny, baby, baby, baby-baby-bé (huh!; prra!)
Omy
Shootter
(Haha; ey)
Alex ki' (ki')
Mera, tell me, patience (brr)
People are so confused, okay
What's up, bastard?
We made millions, we made millions
Hehe
We made millions
What's up?
We're in a private plane, in Lamborghini, in roll-royce
In Ferrari, bastards
What's up?
What's up?