MERCEDES CAROTA (part. YOVNGCHIMI)

Chi-chi
Pla, pla, pla
All for the carrot
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’s just how it goes (that’s just how it goes)
Tusi with molly, damn, what a vibe (damn, what a vibe)
To the little babe, I’m going down, to the big babe, the ass 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, man, all my tracks have the parental (warning)
Take advantage now, I’m not doing this until I’m forty
Every track I drop, every track stays number one in sales

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

Nah, nah, I really don’t care
Not even El Father knew what it was like to have dough, hey
Nobody can stand me, hey
Security, like President Biden
But for PR, I always roll in without a guard (normal)
Heh, some are mutilated, others licensed, but here everyone’s strapped
Hey, you all say it, you sound like a podcast
Man, 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)
So what are you? So what are you?

Are you a hitman? (No, no)
Are you a millionaire? (No, no)
Do you run your hood? (No, no)
So what are you? So what are you?

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

The devil
With the only clear rabbit in hell
A 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
Rolling with two asses riding a jetski
A bit of 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
Rolling in the Mercedes Carota
Sixty shots in the face
I’m worth a thousand kilos of coke
In the streets, don’t touch me

You’re not a big shot, you have no power and don’t run your block
I’m rolling with the cone 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 in the rony
The Lambo’s got the electrony, 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)
So what are you? So what are you?

Are you a hitman? (No, no)
Are you a millionaire? (No, no)
Do you run your hood? (No, no)
So what are you? So 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, man, you heard?