Vamos Pa Belen 2

I ain't sucking up like Sison's punk ass (punk)
I hit Garro in the face 'cause he knows what he did (you know)
I'm going all in with Yayo, I land solo
Berettas with extended clips, and we start casting spells (grr-paw, paw)
I don't admire anyone anymore, nigga, they all turned out to be fags (crazy)
My little bro got twenty years off for good behavior (dude)
The streets left us scars, but we still keep it spicy
You can see it in all the appearances (yeah)
New girlfriend, new kicks (oh)
Since Danny's in Spain, I just take over
Even in war, I keep it cool, nah, I don't back down
And I carry my dad's legacy with pride (amen)
What if I've lived what I sing?
Mom already knows I've been through it, I'm no saint (oh, mom)
Moving between angels and ghosts
And like Antian says
That vest of yours ain't all that

Hahaha
Hey (headshot)
Just let them show their wigs and, pow (headshot)
(Grr-paw, paw)

Just let them show their wigs and, headshot
In every reason, they know I'm straight
The bomb from the spot flying from roof to roof
Mikel, what are you singing, you little bitch, if you ain't done any of that?
We read you gay, we know your type (crazy)
The copy of Reboll, but you look softer (ha)
That dogfight ain't fitting in your mouth
You go for it, and if you flinch, I'll repeat it, ah
I bring the dog in style, it's tussi (navia), don't talk about cooking
You went up Altavista for the tussi (fat), I feel like Kodak Black recording ZEZE (##sigla_1##)
We were lit, you were hanging with a bunch of pussies (getting laid, faggot)
Didn’t get it? Translate it (ah)
Geezy's got the watermelon that has them lining up
Belen, El B, rodeo, and La Colina
Ask about your house, you piece of shit, if we ain't keeping it smooth
Champetero to his champeta, which one addicted to tits?
Addicted to grabbing the lollipops (sucker)
You swallowed the bro's milk whole (ha)
And in the videos: Fatty, who’s serving me a little hit of keta?
In Envigado, be careful, those Avianca flights tagged, we take them down quick
Fake attacks? My little bro (ha)
The ripped pants, alexito, clothes for the little videos

El Father, no speak in English
Your dad and your uncle, you piece of shit, snitch
Je, grr

The unfreezeable, the one with the eternal blanket
The one with the infinite vest, the one with the Glock and the flashlights
The one who gets down and bites you, I ain't sending anyone to bite you
The one who gets mad and sends your crew to eat shit (eat shit, punk)
We take their phones, that's how you measure who's a man
Tell your old man to come face to face
What's the name for?
I don't talk to sad cats, let the booking guy collect
I saw my dude with the drugs served and getting out of poverty
Cops show up, I take the case without misery (I take it)
They've seen how I am if things get serious (obviously)
I roll with my own dirtbags, man, with my own bacteria
That give you junk until your arteries are dry
Watch out for Navia, he's with the sijinudos
You're a line, bastard, and talk like a stutterer
Half tongue, rich guy blows and couldn't pay
Before shooting at the chest, leave him the shield of blows

Sometimes I lock myself up and lie down to think
If what I do is right or if it's wrong
I know, I know, I know
No matter how slick you run, we’re gonna get you (oh, yeah)

Oh, when I wake up, yeah, I pray to my saint
I look at the Cartier Santos, time to empty the extracts
It's always GODFIRST, but I go out surrounded by ghosts
In Medallo in a Prado, in Miami cruising in a Phantom
The Dracos up for all the 11s
The blood camouflages in the Cherry and Retro 11s
I just make a call, I say: Geezy, what’s up? (Geezy)
Watch out for the 420, that’s what 911 is called, yeah (hahaha)

Ey, Geezy
24, eh
Monk, don't got mercy on these pussy ass, lame ass, niggas, je
Noah
Says, from the city of Coltejer, little bro
So they can buckle up, ey
Geezy, rJ, what a fucking beat, piece of shit, doesn’t lie
Je, the XTRADITABLEZ, man
Je
Tale$
Kris, krr
Free Animalts
Trap, you look for trap from Medellín in the dictionary and we show up
A photo of us, you get me? Simple
You show up, one, you look in the dictionary for Shit and it’s you guys that come up
You get me? You guys
A few, I know who they are.