I notice them confused, confused
You hang out with yours, I hang out with mine, resentful
This is PR, here nobody stops at the stop signs
They're for you to heal and shoot
That horny face makes me get hard
Baby, you and I are the same
But with these bastards, no, don't compare me
No, please, don't compare me
Because you already know that I'm not normal
That's why I f*ck them both at the same time
One on all fours, the other the other way around
She listens to me since 'Diles' and 'Pa' Que Le De'
Together they're a twenty because they're both a ten
That's why I gave it to them both at the same time
One on all fours, the other the other way around
You hear me on a track, and you know that I'm going to kill it
These bastards shoot, but they don't let themselves be seen
Let those who hate me hate me
Let those who love me love me
Days without sleep, look at the baggy eyes
Don't call to complain, because I'm not Ojeda
Bastard, stop the whining
The babes are asking for a thug
Justin Gaethje, the blunts, Cristiano, I kick this beat
I remember in university when I rolled blunts with the pages of Mateo
The new religion, the little babies at Mass
So that you move that booty, all the Doja's and all the SZA's
I'm a Paso Fino horse, I walk without haste
I drop a track, and everything freezes
Stuck on the street and TikTok, Tok
Making donuts in the Mercho, Ken Block, Block
Kendo Kaponi, I'm also a Glock, Glock
Forty without the lock, lock
What about you, what? I don't give a f*ck, f*ck
I enter the genre doing ollies, Tony Hawk, Hawk
Shooting from half-court, Trae Young in the Hawks, Hawks
He ran out of shots, clock, clock
I ran over him in the Cybertruck, truck
This is PR, here nobody stops at the stop signs
They're for you to heal and shoot
That horny face makes me get hard
Baby, you and I are the same
But with these bastards, no, don't compare me
No, please, don't compare me
Because you already know that I'm not normal