Los Pits is Bad Bunny’s victory lap set to an irresistible reggaetón beat. From the very first bars he flexes how far he’s come: streaming checks bigger than corner shops, his name stamped on every award, and no need for hype brands because he is the brand. Between playful Pokémon shout-outs and luxury snapshots―jets, boats, late-night clubs―he reminds everyone that the headaches of fame only make him stronger. The message is clear: he promised his mom he would stay out of trouble, so he traded street weight for worldwide domination, and now he’s “en la movie” like Brad Pitt.
The chorus turns the celebration into an open invitation. If you dare, jump on the jet ski, ride the waves, and keep the party going, because while haters wish he would fall, Bad Bunny keeps “facturando” and shining under a guiding light that never stops. In the end he raises a toast to anyone chasing money, living life on their own terms, and ignoring envy—hands up, bottles high, futuro brillante.