Chck-chck, plow-plow-plow, all to the face
In the luxury Mercedes Car, all Adidas like Ray Liotta
Goodfellas without the prom, pay the fee
Your cigars are a joke, and they're thrown away
Cocaine with molly, damn, what a high
I go down on the baby's p*ssy, on the big baby's ass and the p*ssy
Mom, you're Michael Jordan, yes, yes, playing ball
From afar, it's clear you're not street, you just pretend
Raise your children well, motherf*cker, all my records have the parental advisory
Take advantage now, I'm not going to do this until I'm forty
Record that I release, record that stays number one in sales
Damn, what's the complaint, motherf*cker
Speak, shh, nah, really I don't care
Not even El Father knew what it was really like to have cake
Security like President Biden, but in PR, I'm always without a bodyguard
Some mutilated, others with a license, but here everyone carries a weapon
You say everything, you sound like a podcast
Motherf*cker, what's that drama? To who the hell are you flexing?
Are you a big shot? No no
Do you kill people? No no
And what are you? And what are you?
Are you a millionaire? No no
Do you rule your neighborhood? No no
And what are you? And what are you?
I'm in the luxury Mercedes car
The Devils of LLorens, son of a b*tch
This is Glizzy Gvng, Money Wayy
You're not a big shot, motherf*cker, you're a fool
With the only Bunny clearly in hell
A gunshot, and we'll see each other again
I'm in Demon Mode, look at my horns
The packs, the ski mask, the braids, and the dreadlocks
Santurce in the house, the Glocks welcome you
I'm with two hotties riding a jetski
A bit of molly, the plots and the Percocet
I'll kill you anywhere, you know I don't play, boy
Fuc*ing hoes like the old man from Playboy
Seven cars, that's a convoy
With more tools than Pep Boys
I'm in the luxury Mercedes car
I'm worth a thousand kilos of coke
In the street they don't touch me
You're not a big shot, you have no power
And you don't rule your block
I'm with the bunny planning the return, in Peru, I'm involved in a field
Three hundred and the AK, we go hunting motherf*ckers, we live in Grand Theft Auto
They gave me the green after the ritual, the H, I already talked to the saints
We're hunting you, your time is running out
We don't respect the ranks
The sticks in the Hellcat Durango
Without a license, but armed and walking
Tell me, Bad Bunny, I have the Glizzy in the rony
The Lambo with electronic spikes
The world is mine like Tony
I have millions without signing with Sony
And what are you? And what are you?
Do you rule your neighborhood?
And what are you? And what are you?