El Juez (part. Myke Towers y Ganggy)

(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spoty
FN, Drako, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m rolling in a Rollie
I got the girl with that Johnny vibe, the favorite of the shorties

Riding in the Japanese whip, always smoking, you know it
The girls say yes, she shouts: Daddy, what’s up?
Sixty million a month, that’s just how it goes
I got my radio and my phone, obviously encrypted, you know
I send cash to the judge, to get my charges dropped, hey

Uh-uh-uh-uh
I’m living it up, partying every weekend
I owe nobody nothing

I got a couple girls who wanna take me to Mazatlán
If they owe, they gotta pay up, no need to reserve the VIP
I’m raising the vibe with Clase Azul, the weed lifts my mind
The big ride with a full tank, to keep them busy I roll one up

I’m heading to the streets, my mom and grandma, praying to God and the Virgin
Poverty was huge, but I felt like David when he took down Goliath
Come to this level and they get jealous, I know if I rise more they’ll hate
The whole crew’s gonna surround me, for every damn fool who wants to lurk

Bring your friends, I know they’re a bunch
She says her visits are daily
Gucci wallet, Hermès sandals
I got girls even from Somalia

They post stories to get noticed
The artists from Puerto and all the hustlers
I’ll take them to PR or the Canary Islands
Or to Vegas, to party in the area

The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spoty
FN, Drako, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m rolling in a Rollie
I got the girl with that Johnny vibe, the favorite of the shorties

The baby in Prada, the plaza bought, the pink tusi
The white one imported, the squares cross like it’s nothing
The cash is washed, weapons imported

I’m always rolling in a Rollie
Blue, the interior’s custom
Your boyfriend still rocking Tommy
And I’m hooking up with his shorty

The bag that everyone abuses, running smooth like a Hayabusa
You mess with me, and the devils will come for you
Yeah, these balls like Dončić in Luka

Don’t call me godfather
Montana, I go by Al Pacino
Hustlers like a Chinese kid
I’ll cook you up for a crocodile

The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spoty
FN, Drako, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m rolling in a Rollie
I got the girl with that Johnny vibe, the favorite of the shorties

The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spoty
FN, Drako, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m rolling in a Rollie
I got the girl with that Johnny vibe, the favorite of the shorties

If the bitches call, here’s the bandit
Who always pulls through, even if I’m still up
If there are several girls, let’s make it a trio
I leave when I already came

I’m feeling wild, all over the place
Connected in the Villa, everything’s private
The private jet, bitches in private
And if you play, your life’s private

I hit the gas with the shorty to the side
In the SRT, speeding everywhere
The baby bought, the plaza bought
And don’t even mention the state’s snitch

It’s been a while since the bills and the bitches rain down on me
I got people who watch my back, always following my route
I’ve had several girlfriends, but they get crazy on me
That’s why I’m happier living it up with the bitches

The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spoty
FN, Drako, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m rolling in a Rollie
I got the girl with that Johnny vibe, the favorite of the shorties

Uh-uh-uh-uh
Hey, tell me and raise the flag, man
Long live Puerto Rico, long live Mexico, man
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Pure Tumbados Corridos
Yeah, yeah
Young Kingz

(Tumbados Corridos, with Los Santos, hey)