Chavos y Pistolas (remix) (part. Omy de Oro y Juanka El Problematik)
Jajajaja
This is the remix
Omeh
Me dicen Luar
Si te pillo, te voa' meter
Y yo loco por pillarlo' a ello' y vaciarle' un cepillo, cabrón
Yo no le paro si disparo (–paro si disparo, Omeh)
Me dicen que estoy alzao'
¿Y yo le voy a bajar? Nunca
No fantasmee' en carro raro (–fantasmee' en carro raro)
Que donde te pille' te la' busca'
Yo no le paro si disparo (–paro si disparo)
Me dicen que estoy alzao'
¿Y yo le voy a bajar? Nunca
No fantasmee' en carro raro (–en carro raro)
Que donde te pillen te la' busca' (ah, ah)
E-e-está llena la agenda de lune' a domingo (jaja)
To-to-to' lo' día' en un limbo, no salgo sin las dos cortas a lo akimbo (full)
Mandando pa' la USA, lo que le gusta a lo' gringo'
Sigan papayando, que cuando los pillemos, ¡bingo!
(Dale, mándale, mándale)
Te los dimo' en el blanco
Son rápida', la' corta' y lo' largo' (¡plo!)
Tienen que respetar lo' rango' (respeten, cabrone', ja)
Lo' mío' es dispen', cabrón, lo de ustede' es pango' (ja)
Lo' diablo' sí lo' llamo, cabrón, me hacen el encargo
Les voa' salir primero ante' de que vengan a cazarme
Ello' me ven pasar, y no se atreven a mirarme (miran pa'l lao', cabrone')
Aunque, por dentro, sé que quieren detonarme
Se van a quedar con la' gana' de darme
Yo tengo chavo' y pistola' (tengo chavo' y pistola')
Y gente con cojone', la' Glock' no se jalan sola'
Tengo chavo' y pistola' (tengo chavo' y pistola')
Te dan por debajo del agua pa' que no me traiga cola
Porque hay chavo' y pistola' (oh)
Aquí hay chavo' y pistola' (ah)
Yo tengo chavo' y pistola' (oh)
Mando a que te metan por debajo del agua, porque hay chavo' y pistola' (pistola')
Remember me? Juanka, Benny Blanco, from the Bronx
Las glopetas con botón, to' lo' palo' con transmisión (¡prra!)
Ando detrás de la misión, a lo James Bond
El blanquito, flow Post Malone, el chef de la salsa como Eladio Carrión (huh?)
Amanecío' en lo' building' del caserío (ah)
Ninguno de esto' son mis hijo' pero yo soy quien los crío'
A la' mala' le damo' rifle' y cajone' de bala'
Aquí andamo' como Philip, dejando a to' los angele' sin ala'
No me ven, como John Cena, Che Guevara en Argentina
Doy la orden y te caen, y llevo un yate, como Pina
En alta mar sin grillete, aunque revoque la social
Y cuando tumbe a tu patrón, la tumba le vamo' a mear (ah, oh)
Gritan lo' AKs y lo' ARs, aquí dentro de PR
Con to' lo wheeleadore' en CRF y XR (ja)
Yo lo' mato' del arranque, que tu corta no se tranque
Y to' esto' soldaíto' verde' quieren guerrear con el tanque (ah-ah)
¿Qué?
Jajajaja
Sí
Omeh, Omeh, Omeh
Tre' Letra, La L
Juanka, El Problematik
El eslabón má' grueso de la joyería
Dime, Luar
Lo' G4, cabrón
Lo' G4, lo' G4
White Lion
¿Qué pasó?
Sinfónico
Dexian, mera, dime, G
Aquí lo que hay es chavo' y pistola' pa' guerrear con todo el mundo, ¿oíste?
Prr
Bills and Guns (remix) (feat. Omy Gold & Juanka The Problematic)
Hahaha
This is the remix
Omeh
They call me Luar
If I catch you, I'm gonna fuck you up
And I'm crazy to catch them and unload a clip on them, motherfucker
I don't stop if I shoot (–stop if I shoot, Omeh)
They say I'm on fire
And am I gonna back down? Never
Don't show off in a weird car (–show off in an weird car)
Because wherever they catch you, you're going to get it
I don't stop if I shoot (–stop if I shoot)
They say I'm on fire
And am I gonna back down? Never
Don't show off in a weird car (–in a weird car)
Because wherever they catch you, you're going to get it (ah, ah)
My schedule is full from Monday to Sunday (haha)
Every day in limbo, I don't go out without both guns, akimbo style (full)
Sending what the gringos like to the USA
Keep asking for it, because when we catch you, bingo!
(Go on, send it, send it)
We hit the bullseye
The guns and the long ones and quick (plo!)
You have to respect the ranks (respect, bastards, ha)
Mine's available, motherfucker, yours is just junk (ha)
I will call on the devils, motherfucker, they give me the order
I'll get out of here first before they come to hunt me down
They see me pass, they don't dare look at me (they look the other way, fuckers)
Even though, deep down, I know they want to detonate me
They'll be left wanting to take me out
I have money and guns (I have money and guns)
And people with balls, the Glocks don't fire themselves
I have money and guns (I have money and guns)
They'll get you underwater so you don't cause me any trouble
Because there's money and guns (oh)
Here there's money and guns (ah)
I got money and guns (oh)
I'll order them to put you underwater, because there's money and guns (guns)
Remember me? Juanka, Benny Blanco from the Bronx
Guns with buttons, all the sticks with transmissions (prra!)
I'm on the hunt, like James Bond
The little white guy, a Post Malone flow, the salsa chef, like Eladio Carrión (huh?)
Waking up in the buildings of the 'hood (ah)
None of these are my sons, but I'm the one who raised them
We give the bad guys rifles and crates of bullets
We're like Philip here, leaving all the angels without wings
They don't see me, like John Cena, Che Guevara in Argentina
I give the order and they come for you, and I'm showing up on a yacht, like Pina
On the high seas without shackles, even if I revoke social security
And when I take down your boss, we're gonna piss on his grave (ah, oh)
The AKs and ARs are screaming, here in PR
With all the wheelies on CRFs and Xtended Reality (ha)
I'm killing the starters so your gun doesn't jam
And all these little green soldiers want to go to war with the tank (ah-ah)
What?
Hahahaha
Yeah
Omeh, Omeh, Omeh
Three Letters, The L
Juanka, The Problematic
The thickest link in the jewelry
Talk to me, Luar
The G4s, motherfucker
The G4s, the G4s
White Lion
What's good?
Symphonic
Dexian, hey, tell me, G
We've got money and guns here to go to war with everyone, you heard?
Prr
Escrita por: Juanka, Omy de Oro, Luar La L