La Pieza
Salgo con la pieza, el brother nunca anda por ahí desarmao'
Yo voa' apretarla si toca desenfundarse
Y ello' tienen miedo
Y aunque sean unos virao', no me han tirao'
Quieren sonar má' que yo, y no han tenío' el auge
Quieren darme dizque uno' pare' y no lo hacen
Cuidao' donde se pasen, que si aquí te muere', tú no vuelve' y nace'
Tú la lleva' en tu case, pero afuera, no hay respeto
Y si te pillan, prr, se fue el peine completo (te caíste, jeje)
Que ando con to' los demente' y sin receta', to' el mundo con glopeta' (prr)
Burlao' de este sistema, a toa' mis puta' le' hago teta' (vamo', mami)
Tengo un R short barrel, nos matamo' y don't matter (¿qué pasó, cabrón?)
23 con chip, soy MJ en el fourth quarter
No le paro si disparo, 10 de 10, chequea el field goal (chequea)
Charteando en la calle y hasta en los Billboard
Así que mámenme el bicho, me siento gastao' por tanto que chicho
Los último' son primero', ese es el dicho bíblico (amén)
Yo no me escondo detrá' de un teléfono, le llego físico
Y censuren este flow, 'tá muy explícito ('tá hijueputa)
Cuando Lebron penetra, salte 'el medio (salte), mis shooter' no han fallao' en el promedio (prr)
Ya Casco en la mano tiene un cementerio (dime, Casco)
Do' Draco' de copiloto (whum)
Y no pueden setearme el carro, cabrón, si les cambio a otro (jeje)
Los feo' investigando, flash foto pa'l indictment (¿qué?)
Y ustede' no escriben así, ni aunque busquen diez ghostwriters, pa' que sepan
Salgo con la pieza, el brother nunca anda por ahí desarmao'
Yo voa' apretarla si toca desenfundarse
Y ello' tienen miedo
Y aunque sean unos virao', no me han tirao'
Quieren sonar má' que yo, y no han tenío' el auge
Quieren darme dizque uno' pare' y no lo hacen
Cuidao' donde se pasen, que si aquí te muere', tú no vuelve' y nace'
Tú la lleva' en tu case, pero afuera, no hay respeto (respeto)
Y si te pillan, prr, se fue el peine completo
Mera, indica, dime, Treque
Querían meterno' y están en el teque (¿qué pasó, cabrón?)
Sigan bajando los K, que yo sigo limpiando en cheque'
Clean money, compran rifle' con los launchers como Tony (prr)
To' esta' putas quieren amarrarme desde el feat. De Bad Bunny
Cero features, solo quiero chichar, es que me gustan sucias así como Tokischa
Mera, indica, dime, Pupo
Ellos se esconden cuando a PR llega el cuco (¿qué pasó?)
Y se muerden con las barra' que le' escupo (mámenme el bicho)
'Toy llegando y llama a Finy, que aterrizó el de acero
Estamo' winning, la saqué del parque en el noveno inning
Busca el bombo y no es pelota (cáchalo), estoy invicto y sin derrota'
Querían guantear, amárrence las bota' (¿qué pasó, cabrón?)
Les tengo en la cara el guante, ya no hay respeto, eso era ante' (no)
Y me paso por el bicho tú, matacantante', pa' que sepa' (¿qué pasó?)
Tú ere' un trili (trili), 'tán encuevao' como hillbilly (tú no sale')
Y yo prendío' en fuego, como to' esto' Phillies, ¿qué?
Salgo con la pieza, el brother nunca anda por ahí desarmao'
Yo voa' apretarla si toca desenfundarse
Y ello' tienen miedo
Y aunque sean unos virao', no me han tirao'
Quieren sonar má' que yo, y no han tenío' el auge
Quieren darme dizque uno' pare' y no lo hacen
Cuidao' donde se pasen, que si aquí te muere', tú no vuelve' y nace'
Tú la lleva' en tu case, pero afuera, no hay respeto (respeto, oh-oh)
The Piece
I'm going out with my gun, bro never goes out unarmed
I'll pull the trigger if I have to set it off
And they'll be scared
And even though they talk a lot, they haven't shot at me
They want to act bigger than me, and they haven't had the breakthrough
They want to give me a hard time, but they don't
Careful where you tread, 'cause if you die here, you're not gonna be reborn
You carry it at home, but outside, there is no respect
And if they catch you, prr, there goes the entire clip (you fell, hehe)
I'm out with the unprescribed crazies, everyone is drugged (prr)
Mocking this system, I buy tits for all my bitches (let's go, baby)
I have an R short-barrel, we kill each other and it don't matter (what up, motherfucker?)
23 with a chip on my shoulder, I'm Michael Jordan in the fourth quarter
I don't stop if I shoot, 10 out of 10, check the field goal (check)
Charting in the street and even on the Billboard charts
So suck my dick, I feel spent from all this bullshit
The last ones come first, that's the biblical saying (amen)
I do not hide behind a phone, I show up in the physical
And go on and censor this flow, it's very explicit (it's fucking brilliant)
When Lebron enters, jump from the center (jump), my shooters have not failed on average (prr)
Casco already has a cemetery in his hand (tell me, Casco)
Two Dracos in the passenger seat (whoom)
And they cannot fuck with my car, bastard, if I switch it out on them (hehe)
The uglies investigating, flash photo for the indictment (what?)
And y'all don't write like this, not even if you found ten ghostwriters, just so you know
I'm going out with my gun, bro never goes out unarmed
I'll pull the trigger if I have to set it off
And they'll be scared
And even though they talk a lot, they haven't shot at me
They want to act bigger than me, and they haven't had the breakthrough
They want to give me a hard time, but they don't
Careful where you tread, 'cause if you die here, you're not gonna be reborn
You carry it at home, but outside, there's no respect (respect)
And if you get caught, prr, there goes the entire clip
Yo, talk to me, tell me, Treque
They want to get us involved and they're at the bar (what up, fucker?)
Keep slanging the kilos, I will keep cleaning up the checks
Clean money, buying rifles with the launchers, like Tony (prr)
All these bitches want to tie me down since my feature with Bad Bunny
Zero features, I only want to chill, I just like dirty girls like Tokischa
Yo, tell me, talk to me, Pupo
They hide when the boogeyman shows up in Puerto Rico (what up?)
And they bite the bars that I spit (suck my dick)
I'm coming, and call Finy, the man of steel has landed
We're winning, I hit it out of the park during the ninth inning
Look for the bomb and not the ball (catch it), I'm undefeated and without loss
They want to glove-up, tie your boots (what's up, fucker?)
I have them where I want them, no respect now, that was before (no)
And I could give a fuck, you're done for, just so you know (what up?)
You are a joke (joke), you're holed-up like a hillbilly (you never go out)
And I'm lit on-fire, like all these Philly blunts, what?
I'm going out with my gun, bro never goes out unarmed
I'll pull the trigger if I have to set it off
And they'll be scared
And even though they talk a lot, they haven't shot at me
They want to act bigger than me, and they haven't had the breakthrough
They want to give me a hard time, but they don't
Careful where you tread, 'cause if you die here, you're not gonna be reborn
You carry it in your case, but outside, there is no more respect (respect, oh-oh)