Los Bo (feat. Myke Towers)

Do you follow me or not yet, motherfucker?

These bastards have to suck it up (yes)
These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (no)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (I'll back down)

These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo (bo)
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, then we gave it to the two (two)

These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (I'll back down)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (no)

These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, then we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, then we gave it to the two (two)

Hey (hey)
They want to kill me, mommy pray for me, saw me at my funeral (amen)
I know God will forgive me
These bitches are mine and we're going to support them

You know there are so many (so many), my house has two Phantoms (yes)
Another night in Miami (yes), as if it were Badbo
Hold the piece, she was raised in the church
And I don't go to the gym, but she treats me like Enrique Iglesias

Hey, do you follow me? (Follow me)
Flow in English, the whores grow when they buy the weed
She's not plan A, so I gave her a Plan B
On all fours so my dreads don't get messed up (The Pressure)

All these bastards I already cut off
I had one more for you, but I didn't export her
They ask me if I took your career
And if it wasn't Michael Torres, bastard (it was Jhay Cortez)

Bastards, they have to suck it up (yes)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (no)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (I won't back down)

These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, you know we gave it to the two (two)

Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (I'll back down)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (did you hear?)

These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you saw me with two, then we gave it to the two (to the two)

These bastards have to suck it up
God forgives all of mine, they're mocking the German shepherds
If it's not in Role, then it's Audemars
I'm in my corner, smells like bug, where else?

Whenever I throw it, it's with an original flow
The day I look like someone, then I better not say anything
If they see me shining, these bastards look bad
The bank account like Neymar's

All these women want me like Angelo Millone
The fans spread throughout all the regions
And my music playing in all the alleys
It's not you, it's me, don't get mad

I'm like Yankee, what I give is a home run
They have Olympic cold committing errors
The day I go, please don't cry for me
I'll resurrect without making better rappers

And I won't back down even if I have to touch hell
You know what I mean
In the name of all the envious ones, I light their Phillies
Understand what I'm saying

I want them far away because I don't relate to pigs
I watch them from above
I have my people and anyway I solve myself
Tell me what are you going to do, bo

These bastards have to suck it up
These bastards have to suck it up
And without balls, I'll never back down, hey
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down

These women want me like the bo (bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
If you didn't see us with two, then you know we gave it to the two
These bastards have to suck it up

Jhayco, Jhay Cortez (ah?, hey)
And there's no need to snore
The kings of the new
You know

You know it's true
Lyke Mike, Like Myke
Coming soon, baby
In the name of the father, the son, and the new, bastard

Ask for the blessing
Because from up here many of you don't see each other
Yeah, Young Kingz, baby
Smash

Do you follow me or not yet?
Timelezz, coming soon
A lot of code, a lot of talk, a lot of voicemail
We're not going to war with anyone who doesn't write their own

Do you follow me?
And remember that the dead are like books, history
And, musically, hey
These bastards don't have to suck it up
These bastards don't have to suck it up