Tell me, K.A.R. Beats, f*ck, Los Diablo'
I'm rolling with the ninjas, the AK and my katana
When I put it in she tells me that she loves me
I blow your p*ssy up when the Tramas blow me up
I dress in designer, even just to be in the living room
We live in GTA, motherf*cker, we've got all the codes
We knock their antennas down, they end up without signal
If I catch you flying, we bring your ride down
El Father with Chacal, I come down with all my misfits
B*tch, I'm a rockstar dressed in Hellstar
Don't come flexing on me if the mission aborts
I'm gonna flip your van, we'll upload it to WorldStar
They've shot at me a couple times and I haven't died, I'm immortal
Shotgun blasts from the face to the navel
D*ck-sucker, I really live what I write
I roll alone, but Dee is still with me
Since they tried to kill me I stay sharp
With the gang iced out like the Migos
They were friends, but now they are enemies
I'm not surprised, he switched for cash
I stir the hornet's nest even if I end up a fugitive, b*tch
B*tch, I'm a rockstar dressed in Hellstar
Don't come flexing on me if the mission aborts
I'm gonna flip your van, we'll upload it to WorldStar
They've shot at me a couple times and I haven't died, I'm immortal
A hundred grand on the ninja, the katanas shining
I'm in love with the gunplay and the fame
Cooking crack in your face like Benihana
I got fifty-point, the Cuban in a flower setting
Santurce is GTA, motherf*cker, and I have the codes
We have the control like Hugo Chávez had it
We beat you on the ground until the clips run out
El Demon with Ele D, I came down with all my misfits
In my projects, in Llorens Torres, I rule, f*ck
Hitting the enemy with Paybon with the drum mags
Hunting with the homie and with an itchy hand
A demon singing, dreaming about dead people
The face of drill, b*stards, Bad Bunny said it
The Platinum records, you all are my sons
47 Illuminati like the one from Brian Cortijo
And the 300 Blackout put a curse on your dead for me
Off-White on my heels, codeine on the flights
With kingpins in meetings I plug them in my songs
We blow up the runner, we blow up the Father
Talking with the antenna, waiting for that message
We give the red light and Los Diablos invade your house
Funding the wars like Bin Laden used to
Knocking down the spots like we knock them down in Madden
The kid will war for two years, they better back down
B*tch, I'm a rockstar dressed in Trapstar
Don't come flexing on me if the missions abort
I'm gonna flip your van we upload it to WorldStar
A couple shootouts and I haven't died, I'm immortal
I'm immortal, motherf*cker
They shot at me with Paybon in La Coya and they didn't hit us
They didn't kill us, we're immortal
Real mob sh*t, real gangsta sh*t
Motherf*cker, Los Diablo'
Mvrda Gang, Glizzy Gvng, ColdGame, b*tch
We're the ones that run the game, motherf*cker
Shotgun blasts from the face to the navel
D*ck-sucker, I really live what I write
I roll alone, but Dee is still with me
Since they tried to kill me I stay sharp
With the gang iced out like the Migos
They were friends, but now they're enemies
I'm not surprised, he switched for cash
I stir the hornet's nest even if I end up a fugitive