MERCEDES CAROTA (feat. YOVNGCHIMI)

Chi-chi
Pla, pla, pla
To' pa' la carota
In the Mercedes Carota
Whole Adidas as King Liotta

Good Fellas without the prom, pay the fee (pay the fee)
Your Phillie's are changa and that is thrown away (and that is thrown away)
Tusi with molly, devil, what a note (devil, what a note)
I suck the baby's toto, the baby's ass and the tota
Mommy, you're Michael Jordan, yes, yes, playing ball, hey

From afar you can see that you are not street, you only pretend (charro)
Raise your children well, bastard, all my albums have the parental one (chocha)
Take advantage now, I'm not going to do this until I'm forty
Record that I release, record that stays number one in sale'

Devil, what's the complainer, bastard?
Speak, shh

Na, na, I really don't care
Not even El Father knew what it really meant to have cake, hey
Nobody can stand me, hey
Security with President Biden
But for PR I always go down without an escort (normal)
Heh, some mutilá', others with license, but here they are short
Hey, you say it all, they seem like a podcast
Bastard, what about that movie? Who the hell is it that you snore?

Are you a bug? (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 ride in the Mercedes Carota
Sixty shots in the head
The Glizzy bargain
The Devil of LLoren', son of a bitch
This is Glizzy Gang, Money Wayy
You are not a bichote, bastard, you are a fool
A shot in the face

The demon
With the only clear rabbit in hell
One shot and we'll see each other again
I'm going devil mode, look at my horns'
The paca', the skimask, the braid and the dreadlock'
Santurce in the house, the Glock' welcome you
I'm with two asses riding a jetsco
A little bit of molly, the plots and the plots

I'll kill you wherever, you know I don't play, boy
Fucking whores like the old man from PlayBoy
Seven cars, that's a convoy
With more tools than in Pep Boys
I ride in the Mercedes Carota
Sixty shots in the head
I'm worth a thousand kilos of coca
They don't touch me on the street

You are not a bug, you have no power and you do not command your song
I walk with the cone planning the return
In Peru, I'm in a field
300 and the AK, we go out to hunt bastard
We live in Grand Theft Auto
They gave me the green one after the rutial
The H, I spoke with the saints

We're hunting you, your time is running out
We do not respect 'the range', the sticks in the Hellcat Durango
No license, but gun walking
Tell me, Bad Bunny, I have the Glizzy in the rony
The Lambo nail electrony, the world is mine like Tony
I have a million' without signing with Sony, bitch

That you are a bug? (No no)
That you are a bandit? (No no)
You don't kill anyone? (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?

The devil', son of a bitch, YOVNGCHIMI
Tell me, Bad Bunny
Hydreezy
Los Diablo' by LLoren', son of a bitch
This is Glizzy Gang, Money Wayy (real to the Glizzy)
You know 'I seal them', bastard, did you hear?