FDO EL INFALTABLE Lyrics (English Translation) – YOVNGCHIMI

Read the full FDO EL INFALTABLE (English Translation) lyrics by YOVNGCHIMI along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Motherfu*ker, the devil is back—you hear me, motherfu*ker? Lucifer, the ever-present, you ba*tard (Money wayy)
Signed, n!gga
First day out, b!tch (Stats on this b!tch)

[Verse]
A European model is crazy about me
We were in Puerto Banús, blowing cash on Louis V
Mobster style, (??)
In Milan with the demons, we were at Fashion Week (With the devils)

Surfing the tsunami, marquise diamonds
Fu*king a supermodel in Paris
We melt the ice and turn it into baguettes
I feel like I’m moving too fast; I’m already onto another Patek (B!tch)
Leveling up, meeting in Budapest
Checkmate with the plug, we’re playing chess (Checkmate, b!tch)
Two Lambos at the crib, that’s called a super flex (Superflex)
Engine in the back, we’re living life in reverse (The devils, you ba*tard)
I don’t know what to buy anymore: the McLaren or the Pagani?
Feeding the ego with Mavani diamonds
A million in jewelry on the block, Giannis flow (Giannis, you ba*tard)
I came to wreck the league, I feel like Kanye (On the block, the devils)
Ba*tard, the way I’m balling, I’m about to be on ESPN (-PN)
MVP of the year and all my shooters are top ten (Top ten, the heavy hitters)
The other day, I gave a junkie a hundred-dollar bill
Ba*tard, I love my uncle, and he’s a junkie too (You hear me, ba*tard?)
We used to be on foot; in New York, we took the train
Now we drive Mercedes-Benzes every day (The devils)
An elite artist, and I’m rolling with a hundred-round mag
Doing deals in Arabia—this s*it makes no sense
In a Can-Am, out in the Abu Dhabi desert (Uh-huh)
I forgot to mention I went down to the hood to see Travi (Los Diablos; tell me, Travi)
Smoking a cigarette, talking s*it with Javi
We’re both celebrating; I bought my mom a house
Since I blew up, man, I’ve never dropped off the trending charts

We got the trap house jumping like Julius Erving
Always masked up like it’s *Friday the 13th*
I was in Ibiza with my baby, with my gremlins
Before I even signed, I’d already gone platinum ten times (Uh-huh, ten times, man)
Negotiating millions, and I’d only been at it for months
I was the one who taught you all—you forget sometimes
Before me, you were stuck, negotiating stupid s*it
I paved the way for you, man, like Eleguá (Like Eleguá)
I got out of prison iced out like Guwop
Shoutout to Los Diablos; I was locked up with the cash (Tell me, Do)
A ​​millionaire with standards, never letting go of the Glock (Los Diablos)
Spending money while locked up—man, I bought another AP (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Smitten with my white girl, I bought her eleven rubies
Looking into her eyes, they sparkle like VVS diamonds
It feels like déjà vu; I’ve lived all this s*it before (Ah)
I roll out in the European whip, Los Diablos in the SUV
In Gallery Dept. gear with Lanvin kicks (Diablos, Llorens, motherfu*ker)
NBA Street, man—I’ve got the Gamebreaker
A brand-new AK-47; I named that one “The Undertaker” (The Undertaker, man)
In Llorens, I feel like LeBron on the Lakers (Like LeBron on the Lakers)
Ice-cold jewelry, cold game—like Slayter says
With Hydreezy in the UK—man, I fell for… Europe (Hydreezy)
I’m leaving the hood for Milan to buy clothes
A Clase Azul toast, with Molly in my mouth
Million-dollar conversations, drinking whiskey on the rocks
Whenever I head back to the hood, they say I’ve touched down in London
Always smoking up; if not, we roll up Gumbo (The devils)
In New York with Blacky Drippy; I don’t hide in the city
If I go down to Miami with Haitians, I roll deep
I’ve yet to set foot in Africa; I want to step foot in Nigeria
(??) Yoruba, Mother Earth (The devils)
The sacred city, making offerings to the earth
A (??), a father figure so you understand me
Thunder with Changó, the blackout with the double-clip mag
Ex-cons and feds, the Glocks all modified (All modded out, motherfu*ker)
With the same crew since I had the Jeep
Diamonds on the Patek—I can’t even see the “Philippe” anymore
Trijicon sight, the AK-47 with the grip
I walked out of prison iced out, dressed in grey (You know, a$$hole)
I’m carrying like 0k in the Louis Vuitton from Madrid (The devils)
I swore that when Luisda gets out, I’ll pick him up in a private jet
I made the ski mask, the gloves, and Amiri the trend
I brought you designer gear so you could learn, you damn wannabes (Damn wannabes)
I popularized Backwoods; you guys were smoking Phillies
Just like Boster, I brought a Lamborghini into the hood
I’m a trendsetter; the gangster look hit the fashion world
I’ve been wearing designer since I was a scammer
Look at my old videos—I was wearing Burberry
A$$hole, the only thing left was for me to buy a (??)
A$$hole, now I wear Cartier just to ride jet skis and… Can-Am
I always thought about selling drügs, but God had another plan
There’s no need to sell guns and crack anymore
The millions feel even more badass when you come from the trap

[Part II]

[Intro]
Yovngchimi, Lucifer, the Unavoidable One, a$$hole
I’m on a whole new flow now—Illuminati, next level
(??) the street-thug vibe
Damn, (??) I crushed ’em (??)
[Verse 1]
I’m laser-focused, iced out, fully in the zone (In the zone, you hear me?)
I’m on another level, got stacks of cash, blew right past ’em
I got out of prison, a$$hole, but I’m still strapped, packing heat
I’ll slap the s*it out of you wherever I catch you—you’ll get wrecked and it’ll get recorded
The Unavoidable One, the devils from Llorens, the ones you can’t avoid
If you aren’t pulling the trigger, don’t talk to me
You act tough online but you’re cowards deep down
I’ll shoot you from the Ferrari—pure blood (Prr, prr)
They come out to hunt us and end up becoming our kill
In a private jet with the rapid-fire and the Draco (And the Draco)
A biblical kingpin like Pilate (Like Pilate)
Lucifer, how many do you have on the contract? (The one and only, b!tch)
I’m with her; I can’t escape death
I’ll be in Forbes any minute now—a gangster like El Chapo (Like El Chapo)
Smoking a blunt with Travis and Michael Jordan
Lighting up a cigar; the devils are in Monaco (The devils)
The one motherfu*ker you can’t do without
If I want, I’ll post your lady; I’ll make her go viral in bed (Make her go viral, hahaha)
I’ll stick it in you and turn you into another Illuminati
I’ve got a million in jewelry and a Bugatti on my wrist
Faces change when the demon rolls up in twenty SUVs (What happened?)
Shorties and long guns; I move like the Tren de Aragua
Half a million for the lawyer—first-degree murder
In PR, where the metro area runs a narco-state (The devils)
Honestly, I feel like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
The world’s big boss, applying pressure (Pressure)
The .300 Blackout bites hard—it’s got the shark look now
I make more money in one song than you do
There’s over half a million in those two Lambos (Uh-huh)
Bury me with the stacks in a mausoleum (In a mausoleum)
Glocks with auto-sears, the AP, decked out in Louis Vuitton
The tourbillon is shining on my wrist (Tourbillon)

[Chorus]
The one and only, the devils from Llorens—the ones you can’t do without
If you aren’t pulling the trigger, don’t talk to me
You’re tough guys online but cowards on the inside
I’ll shoot you from the Ferrari—pure blood

[Verse 2]
Fresh out of federal prison
A millionaire ex-con; I turned into a superstar
Back to making money, a$$hole—everything I say goes global now
Went straight from the cell to the jet Private session with the Lambos in the hangar.
A$$hole, who are you going to kill? Watch out, don’t make a mistake
I come from the projects where Cheo Beretta and El Chacal are from (The devils)
It makes me laugh when they say they’re gonna kill me
Santería and witchcraft, Lucifer—I’m immortal
My wrist is shining, it’s the Royal Oak
Music millionaire, ask O (Tell me, O)
I got locked up while high as hell; 0k for a show (For a show)
You n*ggas are broke; Yeruza wasn’t lying when he told you I was the GOAT (Skrrt)
You wasted your time; a break like that doesn’t come around anymore
All the devils are locked up, but they won’t drop the charges against my homie
Even on probation, I drop thirty stacks—Suge Knight flow
They see me with the guy who takes you out, and they know what’s up
The demon’s back with 50k in the duffel
A millionaire in jail, eating mofongo…
I put on the jewelry and feel like a god (Feel like a god)
The ’23 is souped-up like a muscle car
The money trail looks like the map of the United States
I put a “Black Widow” switch on the .22
It’s million-dollar business—that’s how the sound is handled
He died on social media; we tracked him down via the “Live” stream
I hit the streets and see that they’re on the decline (On the decline, a$$hole)
We’re raking in millions with these moves
I’m the team coach, a$$hole—I’ve got that Doc Rivers flow
I’m riding with Death in the Urus, riding with the Reaper (The devils)
I’ve got a message for your crew—pick up the phone and put it on speaker
I’m blowing up, you prick, without ever unzipping my fly
k at Magic City, cash for the strippers
Michael Jordan in Chicago, and I’m the poisonous Scotty Pippen
The devils—but the… I sense they’re itching for trouble; I’m gonna have to pull the .40 on you
7.62s, AK-47s, and the .300
We’ll blow you up and wipe out your whole crew in a month
We pull up to the jeweler’s in the Diamond District in New York
Ice-cold with the jewelry, like I was born in February
Six bracelets, the AP, the Patek—my neck is frozen solid
I’m a ninja, a$$hole, like Donatello
Lamborghini, the Corvette, and hunting down the Hellcat (Sheesh)
Diamond-studded wrist, and I’ve got a Maybach on my neck
My demons will blast you; I’ll hit you with a kilo of fentanyl
I’ve got a hit squad like the Beltrán-Leyva cartel

[Chorus]
The ones who never miss—the devils from Llorens, the ones who never miss
If you aren’t pulling the trigger, don’t talk to me
You act tough online but you’re cowards deep down
I’ll shoot you from the Ferrari—pure blood

[Outro]
The devils
Tell me, Yecko
Hydreezy
The devils, you hear me?
The Llorens cartel, a$$hole, you hear me?
The hardest one, motherfu*ker
Lucifer, the one who never misses
The demon was needed back on the streets, a$$hole