Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch

Tell me, buddy
Always with the Z, and we're not salsa dancers
Susan Soltero said there's going to be a rain of bullets
(Glock tock, tock, tock) I don't tolerate worms like you
Jerk, you're a snitch, you're a reporter
Yeah yeah, I'm not Don Omar (Don) but I'm a bandit
That's why I only believe in God and my .40 (prrr, Amen)
Yeah, spicy, spicy like a habanero
If you have the key, I have the keychain (prra)

Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch
Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch

People already know, that's why I don't snore
I don't get along with anyone, we walk flow Stone Cold
I took out twelve hundred and put on a Concord
Hehe, knock down my bronco style
It's not about putting pressure, it's about knowing how to put it
I'm going to put your woman on all fours
Fucking and smoking a pearl grass, prra
No one will recognize your face
It's not about having the villa, jerk, it's about moving it
You hate my life but it's because you want to have it
Yeah yeah yeah
Because we live cool, we live well
Because there are plenty of bottles and hundred dollar bills
Trying to kill me they've spent all the bullets in the warehouse
But I'm immortal like Baby Rasta and 50 Cent, yeah yeah yeah

Bad Bunny, baby, baby, baby
Alex Killer (Alex Killer)
We are the new religion
Tell them Luian
Mambo Kingz

Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
Work, pull, jerk, you're out of bullets
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again
I always pitch, I roll again

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