47 (remix) (part. Nengo Flow, Los G4, Bad Bunny, Darell, Farruko, Sinfónico y Casper)

Yo, what's up Ñengo
Real G4 Life till death, man
I pray to God every night
So that when I die, I go to heaven
'Cause if I fall into hell
I'm gonna take the devil's cliché, man
In heaven there's God, in hell there's the devil
But in between heaven and hell, it's me, you know
I'm the baddest on the island
Since Roberto Clemente, man
Did you see the news, man?
We're untouchable, Ñengo
Yo, what's up Casper, yo, what's up Farru
The Illuminati, yo, what's up Darell, brr
Anuel, you heard me, you know
Trap Murdaz, man

Baby, you won't forget me
These fools wanna kill me
But you jump on this dick
And I’ll devour you like an animal
I know they wanna kill me
But as long as I got money
To buy guns and rifles with bullets
I'm gonna fight
In my house, we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slip
Here everyone dies, no one comes back
Fools wanna kill you, to see you in a shirt
I bought a 47
(RealG4Life)
I bought a 47, I bought a 47
All the Glocks are toys
I bought a 47, I bought a 47

I bought a 47
And I got a Honda with no tags
Wine-colored to send death's orders
(To death)
I move calm 'cause I'm a warrior, I'm light
And I’ll crush you if you come at me first
And when I shoot, the one who doesn't duck will die
Blood will run in the potholes
They say, damn, you went too far
We arrived, this is for men
That's why they come out with their hair messed up
I'm burning water, the current
That connects you like a 47
When it sends, when it booms, and when it enters
It leaves you inside, yo, with the epileptic
They hit you with the sticks
And finish you off with the plastics

(This is the real deal, baby)
We're not starting from zero
We live life like the dealers
We don't catch eighths anymore
We took the route and caught it whole
Only bitches and money
The toy in hand and the clips full
The cars for work, all dressed in black
Connected in the Canary Islands
The rifles come to me from Yugoslavia
We're grown and control the area
'Cause now I don't have one connect, man, I got several
We're connected up there in New York
(Real G4 Life, my nigga)

And we drop them in Orlando straight, man, to the heat
Here we got all the connects
Tell me who puts the pressure
Just like Darell puts it down
Soldiers in all positions
The cuts with the extensions
We already have all the addresses
Motherfucker, it's better you back off
With mine, I get on all the missions

And if they want war, send me
So they know, man, I'm not afraid to die
An AK 47 and refill clips
You die, no matter what, once I set my sights on you
And if they want war, send me
So they know, man, I'm not afraid to die
An AK 47 and refill clips
You die, no matter what, once I set my sights on you

I bought a 47 and a 27
In case I run out of bullets or my toy jams
To wipe your face when I press the button
Like this shit screams, to fight here there's money

They wanna front on me but can't
They wanna kill me but can't
But if you miss your shot, in the same attempt, they all die
They all got hands, but I always win
If I catch them sleeping
I pay a bitch and we set them up
And there we kidnap you, we capture you, we chop the Philly
We got the bottles in hand at the V.I.P
Real G like Ñengo and Darell
Real till death always, Free Anuel

In my house, we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God
That none of mine turn on me
Here everyone dies, no one comes back
Fools wanna kill you, to see you in a shirt
I bought a 47 (Brrr)
I bought a 47
I bought a 47, I bought a 47
All the Glocks are toys
I bought a 47

'Cause I'm ready for you, you know who I am
I'm rolling with Farru in a Rolls-Royce
The toys and they're not from KB toys
We catch you and we give it to you
Before I send your woman a voice
Like Hector with the crew of seventy
I'm the baddest that was born in the nineties
I bought a 47 and a 40
I carry a blessed rosary
And with all that, the devil tempts me
Man, I'm spread out like the Mets
We bury you and then your woman, I know the me-me
I know I'm wrong, may heaven condemn me
But this is real until I burn in hell
Today I customize the retro 11s and paint them red
With all your blood that falls on the floor
In a warned war, people never die
That's why I don't warn
My word weighs, I don't retract
I'm the new religion, the baby wants a pact
I don't talk to demons, but I have their contacts
I dial 6-6-6 and in the chest, they feel the impact

I remember when I had nothing
When things were bad
I didn't even have for an eighth
Thanks to God, things changed
And now they want this dick
All those bitches that passed
I bought a 47 and put a button on it
The Glocks are all toys, carbon 15 with the drum
Pray to God you don't get caught with the one with the drum
If I light it up, you'll feel the devil, the heat

Yo, what's up Casper, the untouchables, the Illuminati
I'm locked up, I'm not dead, man
But what if I get out tomorrow? Haha, brr
We are the ones who have
The fucking street on fire, you heard me, man
We are the real motherfuckers
I’m gonna shit on your mother

Shot with the 23, Jordan in '93
I roll up to your spot, the kiosk locks you down
And I make your face into puree
I got the devil in the crystal house
27, we’re not snitching
I bought a 47, I made it a toy
Motherfucker, who wants to fight?
We send you hot, 21 to the chest, Roberto Clemente
I'm gonna light up the timbales in your face, man
In the name of Tito Puentes
They showed themselves
Now these fools sing like Anuel
They showed themselves
They brought yours up because of what happened

In my house, we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slip
Here everyone dies, no one comes back
Fools wanna kill you, to see you in a shirt
I bought a 47
I bought a 47, I bought a 47
All the Glocks are toys
I bought a 47, I bought a 47

Sometimes I feel like death is chasing me
But I'm not gonna run
The short ones, the sticks, the clips
I bought 4 drums yesterday
You all betrayed me
Like Lucifer betrayed Jehovah (Amen)
And I will never trade a brother's loyalty for a woman

My son is gonna eat, and with the R toy, we’re gonna cook you
The bullets are gonna rain
But I gotta see my son grow
I'm not gonna hide
If I'm not untouchable, then try and see
The AK is gonna bite
The dead are waiting for you, you're gonna fall

I was never scared
They ghosted me and I laid them down
I sent them and I dropped
And the stick in the chest, I shoved it in
I resurrected him and lit up my toy, killed him again
I took his life
And shot him like a zombie, I captured it

In my house, we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slip
Here everyone dies, no one comes back
Fools wanna kill you, to see you in a shirt
I bought a 47 (Brrr)
I bought a 47, I bought a 47
All the Glocks are toys
I bought a 47, I bought a 47

Brrr, Anuel, Real till death, you heard me, man
Yo, what's up Ñengo, RealG4Life until they kill me
I'm gonna shit on the devil's mother
Trap Murdaz
Lil Geniuz, Sinfonico, Onyx
The real trap nigga, real gangsta shit
Darell
Brrr, Free Anuel
Real till death, motherfucker