[Intro: Tego Calderón & Anuel AA]
Do you not know who it is?
Brr
Tego Calderón, Anuel, Yampi
I'm going to shit on the mother of the devil
Hahahaha

[Verse 1: Anuel AA & Tego Calderón]
Pa-Pablo and Gonzalo, the kilos, the guns and the blows (Brr-Brruma)
The clips all full with the hallows
You're a gonorrhea (Ah?) and you're working with the DEA (Yah)
None of the ones that are with me babble (None)
And in my case the Glocks are fully automatic nothing else (Mmm-hmm)
I'm a son of a bitch, greetings to my mom (Uy)
Tego, let the sargent suck my dick
The police are going to pick up the casings and the fragments (Brr)
I have two R's whose names are Wisin y Yandel (Wisin y Yandel)
My hood lives in war like Israel (Ah?)
The clips are taped and one turned around
I jump you in the car, and I make you the two C's from Chanel

[Chorus: Tego Calderón & Anuel AA]
Bu-bu-bullet ends (Brr), lots of Russian clips
Bu-bu-bullet ends, lots of Russian clips
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles (Here)
With the drum, yes, with the drum (How?)
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, here intruders don't enter
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, lots of Russian clips
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles
With the drum, yes, with the drum (With the drum, with the drum)
[Verse 2: Anuel AA]
Even if they holdme captive (Captive)
Your death is going to be a mistery (Mystery)
Your dead body isn't going to see the cemetery
We're ready for the trouble
We kill you and and we'll leave an envalope (Uy)
With your farewell letter and on the cover, your name (Your name; amen)
They say that death is wise (It's wise)
We kidnap you and make you disappear by the art of magic (Haha)
Internal hemorrhages (Hemorrhages)
My address is AK-47, Taliban from Arabia (Brr)
And bullet test the chaleco I'll put it backwards (I'll put it backwards)
To the back because the front has a clip of a hundred (A clip of a hundred)
And you guys kill people, but we do too (Ah?)
I pay a hundred lawyers and they are all going to defend me (Brr)

[Verse 3: Tego Calderón & Anuel AA]
I know, Anuel, but calm down
We are going to leave it to dad, he'll take care of them
The ones that are there-there, the ones that give-give, the ones that go-go
You guys talk about shit in your songs
With optimism (Hey)
I've never let any bastard humble me, pull the trigger
Listen to me, Yampo (Tell 'em)
I'm not from the city, I'm from camp (Okay)
And in my hood of pigs we put on a show
It's that, it's that (Don't mess with the kids here)
It's that (Don't mess with them at all)
Not even you raise your voice (Burn), give beatings
Value the clan, they're snitches (They're snitches)
From the show "El Cartel" (What?)
No one wants to do time (Haha)
What do you think of that, Anuel? (It's fucking great)
Who snitches-snitches, kills the party, shut your mouth
That's why they kill them, that's why they explode them (Aha)
Tape on the mouth, two clips into your head
So that they don't have a wake for you, straight to the grave
Two clips into your head, so that they don't have a wake for you, straight to the grave
[Chorus: Tego Calderón & Anuel AA]
Bu-bu-bullet ends, lots of Russian clips
Bu-bu-bullet ends, lots of Russian clips (Lots, lots, lots, lots)
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles
With the drum, yes, with the drum (With the drum, with the drum)
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, here intruders don't enter
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, lots of Russian clips
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles
With the drum, yes, with the drum (Ah?)

[Verse 4: Anuel AA]
65 thousand people in a concert in Paraguay
The mask Off-White
In witness protection they sing like Ken-Y (Like Ken-Y)
Backpack, put on the spray (Brr)
We are going to catch you with two carbons crossed like samurai backs (Samurai)
The numbers don't lie, 22 plus 23 equals 45
And the murders aren't rehearsed (Brr)
Go where you guys go they explode them and ya-ya
They turn from death to crawl to hell with the [?] (Ah?)
If life is a dream, let death wake them up (Brr)
I'll kill you and go to your wake to see you again (Ah?)
I go over to your coffin and you saw, your luck is running out (Uy)
I told you, that I'm real until death (Brr)

[Chorus: Tego Calderón]
Bu-bu-bullet ends, lots of Russian clips
Bu-bu-bullet ends, lots of Russian clips
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles
With the drum, yes, with the drum (With the drum, with the drum)
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, here intruders don't enter
Ji-Ji-Jiggiri, lots of Russian clips
Here everyone has bullet ends and Russian rifles
With the drum, yes, with the drum
[Outro: Anuel AA & Tego Calderón]
Hey, kid
The movie is fucking good, ah?
They are for killing the whole world
But they lack balls and the gun
Hehehe
Tego Calderón, Anuel, Yampi
Brr
Real until death, bastard, have you heard? (Brr)
Anuel (Aha)
Tego Calderón
Yo, what's up Yampi? (Yamp)
The streets calm, ah, ah? Brr (Nothing else)
The ones from Averdura