Pesando 2.0 (feat. Yung Beef)

Bitch, I don't know what you were thinking
Hey, bitch, I don't know what you were thinking
4LX

Bitch, I don't know what you were thinking
I told you not to talk to me if I'm weighing
Things won't get better, they'll get worse
Things won't get better, they'll get worse, uh-uh

That bitch won't come back, man, accept it (accept it), damn, haha
I love this song, man, turn it up, hey
I'm not about lyrics, that's why I write numbers
Out in the streets, fools are dumb and the pussies are wet
This is Miyagi on this bitch, the Maybach, bitch, polish it
I make it look easy but this takes work
Keep it in your mouth and when you see your cat, spit it out
I love it when she sucks, when she looks at me and spits
Heels worth a thousand euros, bitch, Alice Cooper
Killing worms, bitch, Starship Troopers
Maluma doesn't want it, bitch, go to Foot Locker
There's only one life, bitch, better enjoy it
With my jewels and without security, I'm my own shooter
In the Huerta, in the Puerto, my bitches have bodies
Your point is slow, bastard, it's at a standstill
Not like you who takes people to the cemetery
All or nothing, bitch, no middle ground
You don't want your mom to be a mystery
Full of tears (Rra), hide your body
I feel nothing, I've been dead for a long time
Day, year, wandering for a millennium
They say necessity sharpens ingenuity
Although I think I know everything since I gave it to the señorita
Damn, bitch, I feel like Zé Pequenho
I fell in love with money as if it were a pussy
Hey, I've been trafficking since I was little
I'm tying up the bills like a bow
You're a whore and I'm a pimp, bitch, the same guild
Dog Chow, bitch, sit down, you're gonna win a prize

Bitch (Bitch), haha
Lil' bitch
Bitch
Bitch-bitch-bitch
Bitch, hey, ha
Yung B-E-E-F

Bitch, I don't know what you were thinking
I told you not to talk to me if I'm weighing
Things won't get better, they'll always get worse
Things won't get better, they'll always get worse
Bitch, I don't know what you were thinking
I told you not to talk to me if I'm weighing
Things won't get better, they'll get worse
Things won't get better, they'll get worse, uh-uh

I'm gonna buy the Massa and you're gonna front a six pack
I pull out the Glock, baby, clack-clack
We negotiate scrap without having a food truck
I'm gonna leave your BMW like 2Pac's
We're the tough ones, this is by law
Nigga, worldwide, from Spain to the USA
The Taliban with Sadam Hussein's AKs
They can't reach me even with GPS, hey
Things won't get better, they'll get worse
We'll dye your Christian Dior jacket red
Five lovers a week like a mafia boss
Having breakfast with Clicqout with two French girls, they say