El Juez Lyrics English Translation by Natanael Cano
It’s WICKED OUTSIDE
The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spot
FN, Drako, and the forty, they move kilos like Kobe
If they fell off, well sorry, I cruise smooth in my Rollie
I got the girl with that Jhonny flow, the shorties’ favorite
Riding in the Japanese, always smoking it, yes
The girls all say “yes,” she screams: “Daddy, what’s next?”
Sixty mill’ to my name, here things stay the same
My phone and my radio, encrypted, no names
I send cash to the judge, so they’ll drop all the charges, ey
Uh-uh-uh-uh
I move how I should, throwing parties every weekend
Ain’t owe nobody
Got a couple girls tryna take me to Mazatlán
If the tab’s due, they gotta pay up, no need to book the VIP
I raise the vibe with Clase Azul, the smoke got my mind in the breeze
The bad one with the tank full, I let ‘em roll up to ease
I hit the streets, my mom and my grandma pray to God and the Virgin for me
Poverty was giant, but I felt like David when he took down Goliath
They see this level and hate, I know if I climb higher, they’ll despise me (Despise me)
The whole clique gon’ ride, for any fool tryna lurk around
Bring your girls, I know there’s plenty
She says her trips happen daily
Gucci wallet, Hermés sandals
I got babes even out in Somalia
They post stories so they get noticed
Artists from PR and all the real ones
Take ‘em to PR or the Canary Islands
Or to Vegas to wild out in the area
The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spot
FN, Drako, and the forty, they move kilos like Kobe
If they fell off, well sorry, I cruise smooth in my Rollie
I got the girl with that Jhonny flow, the shorties’ favorite
The baby in Prada, the block’s bought, the pink tusi
White from abroad, the squares cross like it’s nothing
Money washed clean, imported heat
I always glide in a Rolly, blue interior custom
Your man still rockin’ Tommy, while I’m with his shorty
The coat all the girls abuse, speedin’ fine like a Hayabusa
Mess with me and the devils gon’ haunt ya
Yeah, I’m ballin’ like Dončić, Luka
Don’t call me “godfather,” Montana, the name’s Al Pacino
Outlaws like chino-nino, I’ll feed you to the gators
The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spot
FN, Drako, and the forty, they move kilos like Kobe
If they fell off, well sorry, I cruise smooth in my Rollie
I got the girl with that Jhonny flow, the shorties’ favorite
The girls post stories, dressed down, cops in sight
FN, Drako, and the forty, they move packs like Kobe
If they fell off, well sorry, I check the time on my Rollie
The girls want the Bori, the shorties’ favorite
If the hoes call, here’s the bandit
Always down, even if I’m still lit
If it’s a few cuties, then let’s make it a trio
I dip out once I already finished
I’m wildin’, fully twisted
Connected in the Villa, all on the low
Private jet, hoes in private
Play games, and your life’s private
I floor it with the strap on deck
In the SRT, speedin’ through the set
The baby’s bought, the block’s bought
Don’t even mention the cops on payroll
Been raining cash and hoes for a minute
Got shooters ridin’, always on my tail
Had a few girlfriends, but they start trippin’
That’s why I’m happier livin’ with the hoes
The girls post stories, dressed in Fendi at the Spot
FN, Drako, and the forty, they move kilos like Kobe
If they fell off, well sorry, I cruise smooth in my Rollie
I got the girl with that Jhonny flow, the shorties’ favorite
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Talk to me, raise the flag, fool
Long live Puerto Rico, long live Mexico, fools
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Pure Corridos Tumbados
Yeah, yeah
Young Kingz
(Corridos Tumbados, with Los Santos, ey)