MERCEDES CAROTA (feat. Bad Bunny)

Bang, bang, bang
Two for the face
In the Mercedes Carota
Full Adidas like Ray Liotta

Goodfellas without the prom, pay the fee (pay the fee)
Your Phillies are trash, and that gets tossed (and that gets tossed)
Tusi with molly, damn, what a high (damn, what a high)
I’m going down on the girl, on the big girl, and the whole thing
Baby, you’re Michael Jordan, yeah, yeah, playing ball, hey

From far away, it’s clear you’re not street, you just pretend (fake)
Raise your kids right, dude, all my albums have the parental (warning)
Take advantage now, I’m not doing this until I’m forty
Every album I drop, it stays number one in sales

Damn, what’s with the whining, dude?
Speak up, shh

Nah, I really don’t care
Not even The Father knew what it was like to have dough, hey
Nobody can stand me, hey
Security with President Biden
But for PR, I always roll in without a bodyguard (normal)
Heh, some are little, others with a license, but here everyone’s packing
Hey, you all say it, you sound like a podcast
Dude, what’s that movie? Who the hell are you flexing on?

Are you a big shot? (No, no)
Are you a thug? (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 run your hood? (No, no)
And what are you? And what are you?

I’m in the Mercedes Carota
Sixty shots to the face
The Glizzy gang
The Devils of LLoren’, motherfucker
This is Glizzy Gang, Money Wayy
You’re not a big shot, dude, you’re a fool
A bullet to the face

The demon
With the only clear rabbit in hell
One bullet and we’ll see each other again
I’m in devil mode, check out my horns
The packs, the ski mask, the braids, and the dreadlocks
Santurce in the house, the Glocks give you a welcome
I’m rolling with two girls riding a jetski
A little molly, the schemes, and the percs

I’ll kill you anywhere, you know I don’t play, boy
Fucking girls like the old man from Playboy
Seven cars, that’s a convoy
With more tools than Pep Boys
I’m in the Mercedes Carota
Sixty shots to the face
I’m worth a thousand kilos of coke
Don’t touch me on the street

You’re not a big shot, you have no power and don’t run your block
I’m rolling with the crew planning the move
In Peru, I’m deep in the field
300 and the AK, we’re out hunting, motherfucker
We live in Grand Theft Auto
They gave me the green light after the routine
The H, I spoke with the saints

We’re hunting you, your time is running out
We don’t respect ranks, the guns in the Hellcat Durango
Without a license, but armed while walking
Tell me, Bad Bunny, I got the Glizzy on my hip
The Lambo’s got the electronic hook-up, the world is mine like Tony
I got millions without signing with Sony, bitch

What are you, a big shot? (No, no)
What are you, a thug? (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 run your hood? (No, no)
And what are you? And what are you?

The devils, motherfucker, YOVNGCHIMI
Tell me, Bad Bunny
Hydreezy
The Devils of LLoren’, motherfucker
This is Glizzy Gang, Money Wayy (real until the Glizzy)
You know the labels, dude, you heard?