On Fleek (part. YOVNGCHIMI, Dei V y Ankhal)
Ustedes shoot, pa' las bitches slap
(Lanalizer Got The Fire)
Millo Gang, cabrón
El trap humano, el trap en persona
El trapero de traperos
El Millogánster, el Mynor
Ellos son moda, yo to' los seasons 'toy trend
Mi ganga no te la creen, 'tamos metiendo la pre'
To' los Millogánsters con la forty en el sten
Te la vives conmigo, Bosti, y te la pongo en-
Nigga, toa la mierda que tú hablas you don't do it
De corazón palomo, no se pinten avestruces, je
Ustedes saben ya que si llegamos, lo mejor es que evacúen
Si no es domi, es venezue'
Yo les ronco, pero nunca me les duermo
Pegamos más de Duki, ahora to' quieren hacer eco
Cruza el line y te pongo en el cerco
Me echo dos Flakka y del fulete ni me acuerdo, ¡brrr!
Brillando como los VVS
No los toque' o mis ninjas te tumban el sensei
No los quieren, por eso no dejan verse
Yo los vi, me tienen perse
Seguimo' on fleek
Ustedes shoot, pa' las bitches slap
Ven el iced tea y se ponen hot
No hablo na' de lo que hice
Y tú no ha' hecho na' de lo que dices, cabrón
Seguimo' on fleek
Ustedes shoot pa' las bitches, slap
Ven el iced tea y se ponen hot
No hablo na' de lo que hice
Y tú no ha' hecho na' de lo que dices
Yeah, you really a bitch, en la calle estamos deep
I be really moving bricks, gasto las pacas en el drip
Young rich nigga, cabrón, yo subí a cojones
Estoy comprando carros, las pistolas y to' los palos con tambores
Te noto raro, puede que te alumbre
Aprendí a estar armao 24/7, ya es costumbre
Mi pai lo mataron, no sé dónde está enterrao ni cuándo cumple
En el infierno puede que con él me junte
Tengo más chavos que to' los que están hating
This AP going crazy, I was dancing, huelebicho, yeah, he's skating
Tú sabe' que tocarme, eso es un maybe
Siempre ando con Dei V, con mis shooters de Lloréns, Tracy McGrady
Cocinando la droga dentro 'e la olla con el ferry
Mis diablos te queman la cara como Freddy
El brother llamando del sistema del celi
Dice que quiere asesinato como Melly
Y si Payball no le da más de cien tiros, no quiere irse
Prendemo' en fuego a to' aquel que quiera morirse
Toas mis prendas están hablándole a tu baby
Yo se lo meto con el Draco atrás en el Bentley
Seguimo' on fleek
Pa' ustedes tiro' y pa' las putas slap
Ven los VVS y se ponen hot
Glizzy Glock, celebramos con el WAP
Glizzy Gang, Los Diablos
No meten presión, ustedes la cogen
Que se quiten que no la ponen, tengo presidentes viejos y soy joven
Las babies callin' desde que me vieron en el foreign
Vestío designer con el cuello frozen
Un AP, cubana choker, flow Berlanga, soy chosen
Enrolo un Wood, to' el mundo sabe que no fumo Dutches
Está pa'l 1942, que yo no bebo rosé
Cabrón, evita el roce o saco los full del clóset
Esto es underwater, le ponemos un silenciador al barrel
Y te metemos donde sea, it don't matter
Tú me ves fronteando pa' que el hater mame
Me monto en la nave y la prendo sin llave
To' el mundo sabe que lo mío son los chavos y las babies
Loca con Dei V cuando se lo llevo hasta la pelvis
Vete y chequéate el punto, que parece un servi'
Yo me levanto tarde y los acuesto early
Dei V, yeah
Seguimo' on fleek
Ustedes shoot, pa' las bitches slap
Ven el iced tea y se ponen hot
No hablo na' de lo que hice
Y tú no ha' hecho na' de lo que dices, cabrón
Seguimo' on fleek
Ustedes shoot, pa' las bitches slap
Ven el iced tea y se ponen hot
No hablo na' de lo que hice
Y tú no ha' hecho na' de lo que dices, cabrón
On fleek
A las babies se lo meto y le' llega hasta al ombli'
Esta gente quiere guerrear y a mí me encanta el corn beef
Obli-, obli-gao
Que toas quieren chingar con el Anti Judas
No me pidas que le meta slowly
Tengo los cojones pesao' como bolas de bowling
Me dieron dos tiros en el lao derecho
Y ahora le meto con la zurda flow Manu Ginóbili
Los palos y las cortas son mi lenguaje
Ni metío en la selva tú cacha' este tigueraje, cabrón
Tu puta está esperando que la raje
Me pidió por culo y le dije: No me lo cague, cabrona
Los palos y las cortas son mi lenguaje
Ni metido en la selva tú cacha' este tigueraje, cabrón
Tú no eres gangster
Que los semáforos sean rojo, amarillo y verde no significa que son rasta
Seguimo' on fleek
Ustedes shoot, pa' las bitches slap
Ven el iced tea y se ponen hot
No hablo na' de lo que hice
Y tú no ha' hecho na' de lo que dices, cabrón
Millogánster, el trapero de traperos
Mira, dime, Dei V
Mira, dime, CHIMI
Indica, Anti Judas
La Familia, Los Marcianos, Millo Gang
Dime, Ninow
Gaby Music, Chris Jedi
Lanalizer
El GOAT del fire
On Fleek (feat. YOVNGCHIMI, Dei V and Ankhal)
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
(Lanalizer Got The Fire)
Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person
The trapper of trappers
The Millogánster, the Mynor
They are fashion, I'm trendy every season
They don't believe my deal, we're putting it on the line
All the Millogánsters with the forty in the sten
You live it with me, Bosti, and I put it on you-
Nigga, all the shit you talk you don't do it
From the heart, don't paint yourselves as ostriches, je
You already know that if we arrive, it's best to evacuate
If it's not domi, it's venezue'
I snore at them, but I never fall asleep on them
We hit harder than Duki, now everyone wants to echo
Cross the line and I'll put you in the fence
I take two Flakka and I don't even remember the fulete, brrr!
Shining like the VVS
Don't touch them or my ninjas will take down the sensei
They don't want them, that's why they don't show themselves
I saw them, they're after me
We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard
We keep on fleek
You guys shoot for the bitches, slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say
Yeah, you really a bitch, in the streets we're deep
I be really moving bricks, spending the packs on the drip
Young rich nigga, bastard, I rose by balls
I'm buying cars, guns and all the sticks with drums
I notice you're weird, maybe it enlightens you
I learned to be armed 24/7, it's already a habit
My dad was killed, I don't know where he's buried or when his birthday is
In hell I might join him
I have more money than all those who are hating
This AP going crazy, I was dancing, huelebicho, yeah, he's skating
You know that touching me, that's a maybe
I'm always with Dei V, with my shooters from Lloréns, Tracy McGrady
Cooking the drugs inside the pot with the ferry
My devils burn your face like Freddy
The brother calling from the celi system
Says he wants murder like Melly
And if Payball doesn't give him more than a hundred shots, he doesn't want to leave
We set on fire anyone who wants to die
All my clothes are talking to your baby
I put it on her with the Draco in the back of the Bentley
We keep on fleek
For you I shoot and for the bitches slap
They see the VVS and get hot
Glizzy Glock, we celebrate with the WAP
Glizzy Gang, The Devils
They don't put pressure, you take it
Let them step aside, they don't put it on, I have old presidents and I'm young
The babies calling since they saw me in the foreign
Dressed in designer with the frozen neck
An AP, Cuban choker, Berlanga flow, I'm chosen
I roll a Wood, everyone knows I don't smoke Dutches
It's for the 1942, that I don't drink rosé
Bastard, avoid the friction or I'll take out the full from the closet
This is underwater, we put a silencer on the barrel
And we put you wherever, it don't matter
You see me fronting so the hater sucks
I get on the ship and start it without a key
Everyone knows that mine are the money and the babies
Crazy with Dei V when I take it to the pelvis
Go and check the point, it looks like a servi'
I get up late and put them to bed early
Dei V, yeah
We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard
We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard
On fleek
I put it in the babies and it reaches their belly button
These people want to war and I love the corn beef
Obli-, obli-gao
They all want to fuck with the Anti Judas
Don't ask me to go slow
My balls are heavy like bowling balls
I got two shots on the right side
And now I hit with the left like Manu Ginóbili
The sticks and the short ones are my language
Even in the jungle you catch this thuggery, bastard
Your bitch is waiting for me to split her
She asked me for ass and I said: Don't fuck it up, bastard
The sticks and the short ones are my language
Even in the jungle you catch this thuggery, bastard
You're not a gangster
That the traffic lights are red, yellow and green doesn't mean they're Rasta
We keep on fleek
You guys shoot, for the bitches slap
See the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you haven't done what you say, bastard
Millogánster, the trapper of trappers
Look, tell me, Dei V
Look, tell me, CHIMI
Indica, Anti Judas
La Familia, Los Marcianos, Millo Gang
Tell me, Ninow
Gaby Music, Chris Jedi
Lanalizer
The GOAT of fire
Escrita por: Bryant Myers / YOVNGCHIMI / Dei V / Ankhal / Yan Carlo Francisco Guzman Velazquez