Tranquiland (part. Luar La L, Pacho, Pusho, Ñejo, Darkiel)

I filled the stash, I'm laid back
Now I'm all about friends, right kid?
With the hypocrisy, you ain't my crew

Keep an eye on my moves

They bite because there's no cash
They want to see me do well, but not better than them, damn rat
They keep watching how many
Thousands I got stacked, their looks give them away

You guys are all about my business
I'm just doing me, chillin'
Don't mess with me, I roll with the Martians
We’ll make you fly without wings, Peter Pan

You guys are all about my business
I'm just doing me, chillin'
I got Micky clips in my ride
None of them keep their word, that's why they get played

May God protect you and watch where you drive
With the stick and the ear clips
They're crazy to catch you if you're with someone, better watch out
They're falling in pairs (whoa)
You roll in PR flexing
And then you see them chillin', Disneyland in Orlando (whoosh)
And I don’t send, I go
Remember, you son of a bitch, I go and I send (bang-bang pow-pow-pow)
The times were with shotguns (huh?)
I went in barefaced without a mask (whoa)
The Island's in full war
And you could wake up shot, Sinaloa and Los Zetas style (uh-wih)
Your boss doesn’t mean shit (ah)
I'm respected wherever I go and wherever I get in (haha)
You know who I am? The owner of the cash, the goods, and the tits
Pusho

What’s up, motherfucker, I came with the Martians?
(What’s up, motherfucker?)
You flex, and you won’t see your old man again
If there’s cash, we negotiate
(How much is there?)
And if there’s a problem, we’ll exchange some shots
(Bang)
When the Glock sounds, you know we’re blowing it up
(Rrr)
Don’t throw indirects, motherfucker, we’ll get heated
We’ll come for you, kidnap you, and chop you up
Just so you know, I don’t flinch, I’m real
Like the Domi tigers of cereal
If you flex, it’s gonna cost you
And if you’re not scared to die, motherfucker, you’re not scared to kill
So don’t threaten me, because something might happen
Suck my dick so you keep talking about the studio to the case
I steal your bitch, Altuve steals the beats
Someone needs to apply more pressure, 'cause no one’s born like me (motherfucker)

You guys are all about my business
I'm just doing me, chillin'
Don't mess with me, I roll with the Martians
We’ll make you fly without wings, Peter Pan

You guys are all about my business
I'm just doing me, chillin'
I got Micky clips in my ride
None of them keep their word, that's why they get played

I already got you marked for the kill, you stopped living
You talked shit you didn’t even need to say
For being a rat, flipping, for coming and going
We gave it to you, no one saw you die
With flight, no one clips my wings
If there’s a ticket for bullets
You died, I’m still alive, that doesn’t make us equal
I don’t point at the one who pulls
A bandit at the Met Gala
You’re out of backup and you don’t pull
I won’t ride if Vin Diesel isn’t driving
The cone of the wheity
With that, life’s gray
If you saw your lover here in my cell
She makes art when she grabs my brush
More than us, they don’t have
They flip, they can’t hold on
They flaked, that’s why they get it, and mine don’t cooperate
Not even with these bitches asking to be operated
If they don’t contribute shit, don’t expect anything from me
30 towers, almost gave an update
Here the war explodes like it’s Pompeii
The L’s keep coming in cornflakes boxes
They say they’re street, I catch them, and they all scream mayday
Tell West, we’re rolling Medusa Versace, no guess
Can’t you see these people stick around for interest?
The most important pharaoh like Ramses in the Bible
I backed out with the famous victory at Cadesh
I know this, I go to bed early
Medusa, the mother of so many worms
Ask for light, we’ll shine it for you
Tighten up, 'cause I eat the cakes like a gypsy
Normal people drive cars, and I’m in a UFO with the Martians (nigga)