El Juez (part. Myke Towers y Ganggy)

(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

The girls are posting stories, dressed in Fendi, looking sporty
FN, Draco, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m flexing in my Rollie
Got the girl with that Johnny vibe, she’s the favorite of the shorties

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

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’s got my mind flying
The ride’s full tanked, to keep them busy, I got them rolling

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 that if I rise more, they’ll hate
The whole crew’s gonna surround me, for every damn fool that 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 are posting stories, dressed in Fendi, looking sporty
FN, Draco, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m flexing in my Rollie
Got the girl with that Johnny vibe, she’s the favorite of the shorties

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

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

The skinny guy who abuses all, running smooth like a Hayabusa
You mess with me, and the devils will come for you
I sink baskets like Luka Dončić

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

The girls are posting stories, dressed in Fendi, looking sporty
FN, Draco, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m flexing in my Rollie
Got the girl with that Johnny vibe, she’s the favorite of the shorties

The girls are posting stories, dressed in civilian, the cops are out
FN, Draco, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, I read the time on my Rollie
The girls want the bori, the favorite of the shorties

If the bitches call, here’s the bandit
Who always pulls through, even if I’m just waking 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, girls in private
And if you play, your life’s in private

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

It’s been a while since the bills and the girls have been raining down
I got people who watch my back, always following my route
I’ve had several girlfriends, but they get dumb on me
That’s why I’m living happier among the girls

The girls are posting stories, dressed in Fendi, looking sporty
FN, Draco, and the .40, stacking kilos like Kobe
If you dropped it, well sorry, cruising, I’m flexing in my Rollie
Got the girl with that Johnny vibe, she’s the favorite of the shorties

Uh-uh-uh-uh
Yo, 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, yo)