La Cone (part. Neutro Shorty y Gera MX)
Yo soy la cone
La seta, la Glock y la pepa, los pote' de code
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Las taquilla' y cuadre' me llegan como se supone
En mi combo no existen mamone'
Cabrón, soy la cone (ey, ey; wuh)
La seta, la Glock y la pepa y los pote' de code (skrt, skrt)
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Pa' eso' puerquito' yo tengo peine' de tambore' (tu, tu, tu, tu)
Cabrón, soy la cone, yo soy la cone, yo soy la cone
Tengo las conexione' pa' las libra' y las bala' pa' disparar
Toda' las esquina' tienen mi nombre, me siento like Pablo Escobar
En la noche mamá reza, yo le juré que na' me va a pasar
La vida te da sorpresa', coge el temor que el demonio e' real
Tengo la cone y también tengo la .40 cargada
Ready pa' todo' los chocone'
¿No ve' que yo soy de Caraca'?
Y aquí jalan la liga hasta lo' menore'
En tu barrio nacen doctore', en el mío jíbaro' y ganadore'
Tengo un Beretta F-92 porque la Glock se cayó con los johnie
Desde pequeño yo estoy tras el money
Invierto por ocio en la' libra de cronic
La niña me pega los blunt'nes
Lo prende y el bicho mío se lo come
Soy Babe Ruth repartiendo jonrone'
Soy Bob Abreu heavy en lo' leone'
Dice que le da corte con su novio
Que también me escucha, pero ella se pone
Y la parto bien rico como se supone
Para protegerme yo uso condone'
Me dice que quiere que le haga chupone'
Se fue pa' Cali pa' hacerse los melone'
Melómano soy y así gano millone'
Millone' de fanático' y mamone'
Para el trap latino soy como Al Capone
Díselo, Eladio, que tengo la cone
Ey, ey
La seta, la Glock y la pepa, los pote' de code (skrt, skrt)
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Las taquilla' y cuadre' me llegan como se supone
En mi combo no existen mamone'
Cabrón, soy la cone
La seta, la Glock y la pepa y los pote' de code
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Pa' eso' puerquito' yo tengo peine' de tambore' (tu, tu, tu, tu)
Cabrón, yo soy la cone, yo soy la cone
Me llama mi equipo, que cuide la cone (what?)
Gracias al disco la familia come (eh)
Tú llenas de odio, que Dios te perdone
Toda la fanaticada está esperando que corone (¡corone!)
Mi madre está en la casa esperando que yo corone (que yo corone)
Y ando calmadito, pero mejor no se asomen (No)
Pasa el tiempo y qué violento
Está poniéndose, mami, las cosas por aquí (aquí)
No se metan pa' quemar lo mío
Que ando protegido, yo se lo advertí (se lo advertí)
El cuerpo es mío, yo lo decidí
Me cerró la puerta, pero yo la abrí
Hablaron de mí, de lejos lo vi
Yo quise ser tigre, pinche chapulín (uh)
Es el cachorro, mami
AK-47 full y semi
Si te pone' payaso pa' y como Remy
Dos peine' Mickey Mouse pa'l que hable de mí
Envidioso', de eso' si que yo tengo many
No les hago caso, no dejan ni un penny
Tú sigue comprando ropa en JCPenney
Mi camisa e' Gucci, la correa e' Fendi
Pa'l carajo la combi de Nike y las teni', ey
Yo soy la cone, cabrón, que no se te olvide (ey)
Y si no me cree', ve pregúntale a tu dealer, ey
Joseando poquito a poco, pagando lo' bile'
Problema' y puta' (eso' tengo mile')
Yo soy la cone
La seta, la Glock y la pepa, los pote' de code
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Las taquilla' y cuadre' me llegan como se supone
En mi combo no existen mamone'
Cabrón, soy la cone
La seta, la Glock y la pepa y los pote' de code
Hay un par de envidioso' que no quieren que yo corone
Pa' eso' puerquito' yo tengo peine' de tambore'
Cabrón, soy la cone, yo soy la cone, yo soy la cone
¡Ah!
The Cone (feat. Neutro Shorty and Gera MX)
I am the cone
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill, the code pots
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
The tickets and deals come to me as they should
In my crew there are no fools
Bastard, I am the cone (hey, hey; wuh)
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill and the code pots (skrt, skrt)
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
For those little pigs I have drum magazines (tu, tu, tu, tu)
Bastard, I am the cone, I am the cone, I am the cone
I have the connections for the pounds and the bullets to shoot
All the corners have my name, I feel like Pablo Escobar
At night mom prays, I swore to her that nothing will happen to me
Life gives you surprises, take the fear that the demon is real
I have the cone and I also have the loaded .40
Ready for all the chocones
Don't you see that I'm from Caracas?
And here they pull the trigger even on the minors
In your neighborhood doctors are born, in mine hillbillies and winners
I have a Beretta F-92 because the Glock fell with the johnnies
Since I was a child I've been after the money
I invest for fun in the chronic pounds
The girl hands me the blunts
She lights it up and my thing devours it
I'm Babe Ruth hitting home runs
I'm Bob Abreu heavy in the lions
She says she feels embarrassed with her boyfriend
Who also listens to me, but she gets shy
And I break her really well as it should
To protect myself I use condoms
She tells me she wants me to give her hickeys
She went to Cali to get melons done
I'm a music lover and that's how I make millions
Millions of fans and fools
For Latin trap I'm like Al Capone
Tell them, Eladio, that I have the cone
Hey, hey
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill, the code pots (skrt, skrt)
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
The tickets and deals come to me as they should
In my crew there are no fools
Bastard, I am the cone
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill and the code pots
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
For those little pigs I have drum magazines (tu, tu, tu, tu)
Bastard, I am the cone, I am the cone
My team calls me, take care of the cone (what?)
Thanks to the album the family eats (eh)
You're full of hatred, may God forgive you
All the fans are waiting for me to be crowned (be crowned!)
My mother is at home waiting for me to be crowned (for me to be crowned)
And I'm calm, but it's better not to show up (No)
Time passes and how violent
It's getting, mommy, things around here (here)
Don't get involved to burn what's mine
I'm protected, I warned you (I warned you)
The body is mine, I decided
She closed the door on me, but I opened it
They talked about me, I saw it from afar
I wanted to be a tiger, damn grasshopper (uh)
It's the cub, mommy
AK-47 full and semi
If you act like a clown and like Remy
Two Mickey Mouse magazines for those who talk about me
Envious ones, I have plenty of those
I don't pay attention to them, they don't even leave a penny
You keep buying clothes at JCPenney
My shirt is Gucci, the belt is Fendi
To hell with Nike's van and sneakers, hey
I am the cone, bastard, don't forget (hey)
And if you don't believe me, ask your dealer, hey
Joseando little by little, paying the bills
Problems and bitches (I have thousands)
I am the cone
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill, the code pots
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
The tickets and deals come to me as they should
In my crew there are no fools
Bastard, I am the cone
The mushroom, the Glock and the pill and the code pots
There are a couple of envious ones who don't want me to be crowned
For those little pigs I have drum magazines
Bastard, I am the cone, I am the cone, I am the cone
Ah!