Kobe En La 2.0

I have a price on my head, I don't know what to do anymore
Every night I think about how to get out (uh) (she)
What does she want from me? What does she want from me? (oh-oh)
She wants to kill me, I want to die

When you're not close to me
I want you just for me (yes)
All night (night), fuck off
They don't leave me alone, they don't leave me alone
All night, fuck off

They don't leave me alone, they don't leave me alone
The chain with the face of Jesus Christ protects me when I go out, hey
When she kneels in front of me it seems like she's praying (amen)
And if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law
The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.

And tell me something
If I die and maybe I don't save myself
But if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law
The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.

Yes, like Kobe (hey)
That ass knows it's body
Easy money like Mike, easy money
I won't die without exploiting the choli'
And, bastard, I don't pay attention

I have a thousand tattoos on my arms
I don't want chorus, zero hugs
Your envy for the bicho I pass it
And, a lot of original clothes, but you're fake
My flow is diabolical like the three six
Bastards, they have to mess with me

Without going to Cuba the Cubans, ask Fidel
I don't pay attention, I have a thousand tattoos on my arms
And, I don't want chorus, zero hugs
(Your envy for the bicho I pass it)
The chain with the face of Jesus Christ protects me when I go out, hey
When she kneels in front of me it seems like she's praying (amen)
And if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law

The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.
And tell me something
If I die and maybe I don't save myself
But if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law
The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.

Curry in the golden state
The retro 12 when it came out in '96
They pause it, but the movie continues playing
These bastards copied and pasted my flow
Diamonds below zero
Women move their asses as if it were a brothel
I'm the first of the new ones
Who has been charting on the billboards for a whole year, bastard

Lil Pump, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
They suck my bicho all the millo gang
Here we crash you like I did with the Can-Am
I have a baby who makes more money than you on OnlyFans
And when I grab the comb I give it a fuletazo
If your boyfriend doesn't lick your ass, let him fill your gas tank
Two watches on one arm
And your envy for the bicho I pass it
The chain with the face of Jesus Christ protects me when I go out, hey
When she kneels in front of me it seems like she's praying
And if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law

The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.
And tell me something
If I die and maybe I don't save myself
But if they have four babies, I have six, and never in law
The babies stick to me as if I were Drake
During quarantine we hit you with the spray
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.
In P.R. they love me like Kobe in L.A.

Uh, when I was little mom said: woh-ih, girl, don't lose your shine (shine)
No, don't wait for me (wait)
Look for the sunny day, baby
Even if it rains
You will be (you will be)
You will be