MMNF

Hey
Haha
Dude, son of a bitch
What’s up, man? Ha
Kill that bastard and let him die
Make Money
Tell me, Yama
No balls, these assholes
Hehehe
So much bullshit for nothing
Dude
You know what?
Hey

May God protect me, I’m crazy enough to kill a bastard (brr)
I got the power like Ñengo in Bayamón (hey)
All the guns up in the air, a jump shot with a button (ah)
From Morovis to Caguas, man, it’s a lot
With the Bancholo on the highway (highway), you can see my fifth (fifth)
The invincible on the track, coming out with the Draco from Buena Vista (rr)
I go straight in, asshole, not through Insta
They’ll keep talking shit until an artist dies (ah)
The guns, the sticks, and the brushes (brushes)
They die, bastards, if I catch them
La-la-la-The guns, the sticks, and the brushes (brushes)
They die, bastards, if I catch them
We’re at the bonfire, waiting for them to show up (brr)
We’re gonna hit you at your place, and it won’t be Alofoke’s
We’re at the bonfire, waiting for them to show up
We’re gonna hit you at your place, and it won’t be Alofoke’s (hey, hey)

I feel like they’re chasing me, the ugly ones are investigating me (brr)
Fuck the detectives, I’m with the bullet up (haha)
We’re gonna do a C-section, the helmet to the belly
If they want war, here’s war, this is for life (you heard?)
The AP rose gold, I got the ticket and crew (crew)
Keep talking shit, you’ll die real soon (soon)
The blood red like a Toronto jersey (Toronto)
I’ll hit you with a jump shot in the face and they won’t see you until August
We’ll rob the kilos, the woman, and even the piece
A stick that’s born bent, a stick that won’t straighten
And with this stick, I’ll give you a hundred to the head
Be careful of your friends, watch who you kiss (hey, hey, hey, hey)

The guns, the sticks, and the brushes
They die, bastards, if I catch them
La-la-la-The guns, the sticks, and the brushes (brushes)
They die, bastards, if I catch them
We’re at the bonfire, waiting for them to show up
We’re gonna hit you at your place, and it won’t be Alofoke’s (haha, hey)
We’re at the bonfire, waiting for them to show up (hey, son of a bitch)
We’re gonna hit you at your place, and it won’t be Alofoke’s

(May God protect me, I’m crazy enough to kill a bastard)
Son of a bitch
(I got the power like Ñengo in Bayamón)
(All the guns up in the air, a jump shot with a button)
(From Morovis to Caguas, man, it’s a lot)
(On the highway, you can see my fifth)
The 66
Tell me, Yama
(The invincible on the track, coming out with the Draco from Buena Vista)
(I go straight in, asshole, not through Insta)
Haha
(They’ll keep talking shit until an artist dies)