Hasta La Muerte Acicalau (part. Bryant Myers)

Na-ah
In a Mercedes-Benz, in the G-Class
Until death groomed

I always carry my blunt
My eyes shut
Code in the glass of four
The stick by my side
With me comb 30, Glock
And all my crew armed
Fendi, Louis, Dior
Until death groomed
I always carry my blunt
My eyes shut
Code in the glass of four
The stick by my side
With me comb 30, Glock
And all my crew armed
Fendi, Louis, Dior
Until death groomed

Louis V, Fendi
[?], Nike, AP
Very crazy, Slim Shady
A rockstar from the 80s
Richard Mille, AP
The Porsche, racing
Ray González, Mr. Rating
Cutting with Mavin

Lighting up and rolling down the avenue
At a hundred and something the new machine
A big ass with a cute face
That sucks me like a vacuum
Lighting up and rolling down the avenue
At a hundred and something the new machine
A big ass with a cute face
That sucks me like a vacuum

A badass look from head to toe
My diamonds shining like fireflies
Bounce that big ass, baby, and I'll give you to pay for those clothes
Getting more bars than Elchi, all my bitches are freshy
I arrive at your mom's house, tablet and arrivederci

Millo Gang
LHR Gang
Wuh!
Jon Z, men
Pah!

I'm with Bryant, with the boys
And we load up the big guns
Hunters, yes, sir
Young, but with honor
The best being the worst
Shooters to fighters
Mickey comb, drum combs
They come looking for you, it's better to pray
A R, two combs a hundred
Against the two, tell me who
They have shot my partner
Like eight shots and still standing
I look in the house what's there
Connection with Gurabo High
I come inside your cat
What's that? Creampie
Smokin' weed, always high
Always ready with the .45
I started freestyling
And with the Nikes I make you fly (Jon Z, men)

Lighting up and rolling down the avenue
At a hundred and something the new machine
A big ass with a cute face
That sucks me like a vacuum
Lighting up and rolling down the avenue
At a hundred and something the new machine
A big ass with a cute face
That sucks me like a vacuum

I always carry my blunt
My eyes shut
Code in the glass of four
The stick by my side
With me comb 30, Glock
And all my crew armed
Fendi, Louis, Dior
Until death groomed
I always carry my blunt
My eyes shut
Code in the glass of four
The stick by my side
With me comb 30, Glock
And all my crew armed
Fendi, Louis, Dior
Until death groomed

Jon Z, men
Yeah
Sorry for the Wait
My bad
Crazy, Humble and Real coming soon
Millo Gang
LHR Gang, nigga
Supa!
Shayah
Chosen Few
Duran The Coach
Torres On The Beat