LYRICS GAME

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

Nobody can stand me

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

Are you a bandit? No no

Do you kill people? No no

And what are you? And what are you?

Are you a hitman? No no

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

Sixty shots in the face

The Glizzy Gang

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

A gunshot to the face

The demon

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

Sixty shots in the face

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

Are you a big shot?

Are you a bandit?

You don't kill anyone?

And what are you? And what are you?

Are you a hitman?

Are you a millionaire?

Do you rule your neighborhood?

And what are you? And what are you?