Hasta Cuando

Until When

Yeah
Tell them Strike
Uh

Until when
These turkeys of mine will keep talking
Without a heart, I'm already recording
I distribute a couple of hours and then I'm joseando
Always with my soly and we're paddling

Valley, now what I'm looking for
They say they're controlling
They talk about shooting, dressing in expensive clothes
They're all masks, always preparing

But face to face they don't say anything
They stir the pot, they hang themselves, it's fame
Here things are clear, I do throw bars
Light up that joint, these sano don't stop

Critics out of nowhere talking nonsense
My flow can't be compared, this is for the neighborhood
(For the strik)
I'm with all my gang in case they want to front
(In case they want to front)

One single idea they will support me
(They will support me)
They want to marry us for having quality
(For having quality)
They want to marry us for having quality
It's Sol if she kills and if they want to fight
Come to fight, fool, I'll be waiting for you
(Hey)

Here you're nothing
Talking too much
It's all blah blah blah
Hey sano, where are you
When it's time to act

Talking is bullshit
If you see me, I'll make you run like Cueva
With Firi in Venegas, it looks like Las Vegas
Full bitches, full coke
And making coins

You don't mess with a neto
Don't test me
Your people don't deal here
If they don't suck, they don't hit
Drago the father of the new

If even your girl says it
She acts like a whore
Every time she hands it over to me
It's because of me that they're now complaining
In this league they don't play

When I sing, lead sounds (pew pew)
And I stop moving the wheel
Moving drugs on the corner
We look like a warehouse
I'm joseando the real one
There's no curfew

Until when
These turkeys of mine will keep talking
If they're not reaching the level I'm at
They're just sucking up to move up in rank
I don't go out with fakes, they always want something

They're looking bad, they're throwing hate
And I'm burning low-key
Ready with my gang
White, cholo, and zambo ready to hunt them

We're flying
You're adjusting
For what we're releasing
I'm negotiating in my neighborhood
Things are being considered

I'm with a couple of thugs
We're making everything clear
I have everything under control
A couple of shots are heard
I'm not afraid of anyone

Just ask Drago
Who's in control?
From a young age with my gang
My mafia is dominating
Minors keep joseando
Others are getting high
A mafia trafficking

Pure Venega$ People throwing stones
One single idea raises the tide
We pass through bad times, I'm up for anything
I know a battery that's awesome
They give me a hard time for being from the new
I represent lleka in my neighborhood they cheer
These fools want to make me look bad
They don't have the flow or the zone and they fight

Hey
We're making stinky money
Spending it on clothes and precious metals
They tell me Little Drago, you're so pretentious
I tell them Shh, don't be so envious

Only money makes you powerful
And they dream of becoming famous
In my gang, they're all silent
Zero snitches, we're not curious

These jokers end up in jail
And they think they're dangerous
But their story is suspicious
With the cops, they become friendly

You would never be a business
Neither as competition nor as a partner
Take out the gun and kill the idiot
Apart from being fake, a ghost, and jealous

Until when
These turkeys of mine will keep talking
If they're not reaching the level I'm at
They're just sucking up to move up in rank
I don't go out with fakes, they always want something

They're looking bad, they're throwing hate
And I'm burning low-key
Ready with my gang
White, cholo, and zambo ready to hunt them